You Are Not Who I Expected | Ward + Liz
Liz had wondered, a year ago, if she’d ever get to feel like this again. In the darkness of the time PP—Post-Porter, as it were—Liz had convinced herself that it was impossible. That she’d never again feel like the sun was warmer and brighter than her memory could recall, that the breeze was sweeter, the bird song lighter; that the world itself was a place worth living in again.
And yet all that had changed literally overnight.
A soft smile crossed the young woman’s face as she brushed against the memory, wind playing through her blonde hair as she pulled into the road leading up to Nick’s mansion. The way his face had lit up the moment she had pressed her lips against his own, the music of his laughter joining with hers as they pulled each other back towards the house… The moment she’d known for certain that maybe this time—maybe this time she really had found something good.
It had been hard enough to pull herself away as it was. Even if it really only had been to go home and shower and grab some new clothes—not to mention assure Kristen and Elaine that Nick hadn’t locked her away in his ivory tower for the rest of her life. He’d looked so perfect lying there beside her, so peaceful and happy.
Liz found herself hoping to God that this time nothing and no-one would destroy that, especially her.
“Hey, it’s me!” She called out without really looking, hanging her purse on the back of her usual seat at the kitchen counter before stepping out the open sliding door towards the pool. It was odd to think that Nick was working outside but then again maybe he’d actually taken her advice and given himself another day of reprieve. She’d said she’d be back as soon as possible after all.
“Were you waiting out here for me this whole time, babe?” Liz laughed as she sidled up to the only occupied lounge chair, eyes already half-closed as she placed a hand on the back of the chair and leaned forward to press another kiss to Nick’s lips. “I feel like I should be immensely flattered—“
Yet suddenly, mere moments before their lips met, Liz pulled up short. Her eyes went wide as she stumbled backwards, holding up her hands in a shocked and defensive manner. “You... You are not who I expected, I swear to God.”
After all, Liz would have just broken about fifty levels of Girl Code—not to mention very possibly the heart of the man Liz was pretty positive she was going to marry someday—had she actually kissed Ward Eastwood.
“What—what the hell are you doing here, Ward? How are you even here? Does Elaine know you’re in town?!”