Chapter 10
Lydia didn't know how to respond. Here was the man of her dreams, literally begging her to stay the night with him. This sort of thing didn't even happen in her dreams! She looked at him, looked deep into his eyes. He WAS begging. She wasn't used to this sort of attention from ANY guy, now she was was the centre of the Adonis' world It freaked her out a little.
Morrison must have seen the look on her face because he let go of her hand. "It's cool. I can see you don't want to. I just wanted to get to know you a little more" He looked sad.
"I never said that" Lydia walked up to him. "You have to understand, I'm not used to this sort of attention, from ANY man. It's nice, but it's also a little scary" She looked down, almost embarrassed to admit that men found her unattractive.
Morrison looked at her with an incredulous look on his face. "How can anyone find you unattractive? You..You're beautiful Lydia. Your hair, your eyes. Your eyes are the first thing that drew me to you. Even Mike said he had trouble concentrating when you looked at him. Don't ever let anyone tell you you're ugly, because from where I'm standing, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever had the good fortune of laying eyes on" He leaned in and kissed her softly, it wasn't pushy, but it wasn't restrained either. His tongue flicked lightly, expertly, searching out her tongue, as he kissed her, he brought her closer to him, wrapping his strong arms around her. He wanted her to know how he felt, and if the kiss didn't do it, the bulge in his pants definitely would!
Lydia could feel her resolve weakening, she WANTED to be with him. She'd always had a rule that she wouldn't go back to someone's house/hotel room on a first date, hell she wasn't even sure if this fell into that category, but she was sure of one thing. She couldn't say no.
As they pulled apart, she looked at him through long eyelashes, smiling like the cat that got the cream.
"Of course I'd like to stay with you" she managed to get the words out, not even sure how she was still standing, then she realised Morrison still had hold of her. She hoped he wouldn't let her go, she'd fall quicker than a brick in water.
Morrison looked at her intently, and smiled, before kissing her again.
"Thank you" he replied after pulling away. And then he did let her go. She managed to grab the chair and keep herself upright, and helped by Morrison, got her jacket on. As they walked down the stairs and out into the open air, Lydia could feel the chill. She hadn't expected to stay out so late, and she shivered slightly as the cold started to bite at the thin denim material. Morrison saw her shiver, and like a gentleman, offered her his jacket. It wasn't much thicker than hers, but at least it kept some of the warmth in. Walking down the street together, Morrison wrapped his arms around Lydia and she snuggled in, he smelt so good, a mixture of deodorant and cologne, Paul Smith, she thought. It didn't matter. She felt safe, warm and most importantly..loved.
As they walked, so they talked. Lydia learnt that Morrison would be staying an extra night. He and Miz had an interview the next day, and another signing at a music store. She found out that he and Miz were best friends. They travelled everywhere together, had even taken to sharing a car with Maryse and Layla. She didn't have to worry though. Miz was the one more interested in getting into Mayrse's underwear than he was. Miz always did go for the blond supermodel types. Morrison laughed. He was more likely to get the butt ugly ones he told her. So he felt quite proud that the woman he'd fallen for was quite beautiful. In the cold night, Lydia blushed, but at least this time, she could use the cold night air as an excuse for red cheeks.
She told him how she was studying to be a professor of Psychology. How she was working two jobs and studying at the same time. He Morrison told her how proud he was of her, she smiled and went on with describing her life. How compared to his it probably seemed mundane, even boring. He looked down at her, telling her how his life before wrestling had been just as normal. How he felt out of place with 3 other sisters, and how they would chase him when they were all kids to put make up on him like some kind or realistic Girls-World. Lydia explained that she was an only child. She had a half-brother, but he lived with his dad and she never really got to see him. He looked sadly at her when he realised that she'd never got to experience the close bond that he had with his siblings, but she told him how she didn't feel that she'd missed out. She had a lot of friends and she'd forged good bonds with a lot of them. She told him how Connor and Amanda had saved her life. How she'd gone off the rails as a teenager, dabbling in every drug imaginable. A shocked look crept onto Morrisons face. He couldn't imagine someone so perfect having such a problem. He'd imagined that she'd had a pretty good life and hadn't needed that sort of crutch in her life.
"The truth is, I was lashing out. My Mom and Dad divorced and I was forced to choose between the two people I loved most in the world" she shrugged sadly. "I am and always have been a Daddy's Girl. My Mom hated that about me. Tried to tear me and my dad apart. She must have known it would never work, and that I would choose my dad over her, but she did it anyway. I guess I was looking for a way out from all the confusion in my life" she looked down at the ground, seeing it glisten as the frost started to settle. "I was hanging around with people who I thought were my friends. Turned out they weren't" She looked at Morrison. His heart broke at the expression on her face.
"I haven't spoken to my Mom in over 10 years. She's missed so much of my life. Even now I still rush to call her if something has happened, even if something stupid that I think she'll laugh at has happened. I don't suppose you ever get used to it. It's been hard for dad more than me though. He had to single handedly raise a teenage tearaway, and work, AND look after the house. But he never complained. He just wanted what was best for me. That's why we moved here. A new start. I didn't even say goodbye to most people. Just the important ones. The rest could care less about me. They proved that on more than one occasion." She hugged him tighter. The hotel was up ahead, the lights offering warm relief from the cold.
"You're safe now" Morrison whispered into the wind. "I'm not going to let anyone hurt you again" He kissed the top of her head and hugged her as the cold wind whipped around their ankles.