Chapter 11
While the boys and Janice were engrossed in ECW a few units away, Paul and Sandy were glancing at a movie as his place, chatting in between.
They talked about their past relationships (in Sandy's case, her marriage to Mike and her smattering of dates here and there after his death) and how both seemed to lack finding anyone decent.
In Paul's case, anything outside of the high-maintenance divas or slutty "ring rats" that would get in any wrestler's pants at the drop of a hat. And he wasn't looking for either.
"It's harder for women like me to find good men though," Sandy said.
"Why?" he asked.
"Look at me," she responded with a small laugh. "Are you that hard headed? I'm thirty six, hardly a twenty-year-old supermodel. I have a teenage son, as I mentioned before. I'm not exactly the prime candidate for anyone worthwhile. And besides, Tyler and I have gotten along all of these years ourselves since Mike died."
"Sandy, you're beautiful," Paul said, hardly believing no man would at least a glimmer of instinct to protect such a petite woman.
"Mmm hmm. And how many other women have you said that to this month?" she teased.
"Just one," he replied, wonder just what Sandy thought of him, then added, "I can say your face is certainly beautiful."
"Is that so?" she asked, turning pink.
"Let me have a look at you and see if I still think the same thing," he grinned.
Sandy couldn't believe what was unfolding; these kinds of things only happened in novels or in those 'chick flick' movies Winona seemed to favor, she thought as he looked at her eyes, tracing her face and lips with his fingers.
"You have a very lovely complexion," he finally commented. "And beautiful eyes."
She could only mutter a thank you in response.
Even though it seemed Paul make have pulled her in, Sandy still looked at him as if he was giving a line of bullshit, so he leaned over, took her in his arms and kissed her.
Not one of those friendly, peck on the cheek or a quick one on dry lips, but a full kiss, his tongue licking the corners of her mouth before he found her own tongue before she even knew what was happening.
They kissed hungrily, tasting lips and tongues for a few minutes before Sandy got a grip of reality, and then pulled away.
"You know, you could have anyone," she said shyly, seeming embarrassed about enjoying the kiss.
Paul took her back and kissed her again.
"I could," he said in her ear, "But I want you."
"Okay, but don't say I didn't warn you about the consequences."
"The hell with the consequences," he growled, kissing her again.
She tangled her hands in his hair and kissed him back as their tongues entwined; Sandy couldn't recall a time where she had felt so alive since the years following Mike's death.
Perhaps she was at that point where she was finally ready to let someone into her life as she stroked Paul's shoulders and back as her lips never left his; they kissed passionately for a long time.
His lips then left a trail down her neck before Sandy decided to cool it before things went too far.
"All right; time to lay off a bit. You have an injury, remember?" she giggled like a schoolgirl.
"And that is supposed to affect me how?"
"Very funny. And no hanky panky on my first night visiting. Besides, Tyler may want to challenge you if it ever gets out you were making out with Mom."
"I doubt that. He's been pestering your ass to go out, remember?"
"I'm surprised he hasn't started on you," Sandy nodded.
"He's been hinting," Paul replied. "You know how kids his age are on the subject of females. When he asks, he's trying to be casual, but I'm on to it."
"Tyler can be sneaky like that," she agreed. "And kids seem to think we're slow to catching onto things."
"Yeah, I may look dumb, but that's a disguise."
Sandy laughed. "I'm sure you are quite clever! In addition to being charming, that is."
He raised an eyebrow. "Charming, huh?"
She put her head on his shoulder. "Uh huh."
"Well, would you be able to stick around a bit to see how charming I really am?"
"Oh, I already know," Sandy said. "But I suppose another hour won't hurt."