Chapter 5:

After leaving the dance, Lydia dropped a hint that she would like to go to the beach to sit by the water. There was a deep chill in the air but Stiles had her wear his suit jacket. So, there Lydia was walking barefoot in her mini-dress and suit jacket, the sand sticking to her well-manicured toes. Her hair was loose with curled tendrils blowing in her face. Stiles looked handsome and relaxed with his suit tie and collar loosened. She linked her hands in his and yanked him towards the water. He laughed, the movement emphasizing the brightness in his eyes and dimpled cheeks.

They both stood watching the waves hit the shore with some left over lights from some vacation homes.

"It's times like this that I almost feel normal," Lydia said with an air of sadness.

"What do you mean normal?"

"A normal teenager without a care in the world like before everything."

"I can see what you mean. It is nice being normal especially with you Lydia,"
said Stiles giving her a smile.

"But, I wouldn't change it."

Stiles looked surprised. "Why wouldn't you change it?"

She looked down at her toes. "Because I would have never given you the time of day." Telling the truth was never easy. "But, here we are, coming home from a dance, talking at the beach, and I am so glad."

He didn't exactly smile because at the same time the compliment wasn't a compliment but Lydia was tired of not being truthful about her feelings. "A few weeks ago, when we started school again, you walked in the hall looking like a million bucks. But, it wasn't the looks that made me see things. It was seeing the other girls around you. It made me see how much you meant to me…how much I didn't want to lose you to someone else."

That definitely was turning the mood around for Stiles. He was so surprised and at the same time thinking "hell, yes!"

Her eyes glued to his point blank. "I don't like being dependent on someone. The truth is Stiles, I am. With you. I don't want to see anyone else and you are definitely not going to see others while you are with me. You are so sexy, but you were always sexy…funny…charismatic…intelligent… sarcastic, and to be truthful, clumsy. You are my kind of sexy!"

"Lydia…"

She casually interrupted. "Stiles, what I am trying to say is I love you so much."

The words made his heart drop. "Lydia, I love you to!"

"Duh!" With a dramatic flair, she pulled him to her and smacked a big one on those sexy lips. After thoroughly kissing him, she straightened his collar while enjoying the view of his handsome face.

She gave him a killer smile, the one that made flies swarm to her like honey. His hand reached around her waist pulling her towards him. He was going to kiss the hell out of those sexy red lips. And he did, over and over again, loving every caress, every tingle. Lydia was finally his girl. The "How to be Sexy" book had worked. And eventually, it would to lead some other sexy things. But at this moment, he was going to kiss his girl. Sexy man had won the race and he wasn't going to lose it either!

The End

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