Page 2 of Six Wishes

“How tall are you?” Because I need to know now.

“What does that have anything to do with anything?” She gives me an adorable scowl, and I am taken aback by the fact that I find her adorable.

When I first met Chloe a couple of weeks ago, I was in a shitty mood and thought she was a possible puck bunny from the star struck look she had on her face. She knew my name, and she did mention that her family was into hockey.

“I just want to know,” I shrug and give her my signature smirk, which doesn’t seem to make a too big of an impression on her.

“Five ten,” she finally sighs when she sees that I’m not letting this go. “And a half. Fine, close to eleven,” she mumbles like she’s embarrassed by it. “Can I go now?”

I grin at her eagerness to get away from me. I know I hurt her feelings when I was a dick to her during our first encounter, and she promptly told me that she was not a fan of mine anymore.

“Thanks for helping me out with Tinker.” I nudge her with my shoulder, never looking away from her.

“Who’s Tinker?” Her eyes widen in confusion, and I feel mesmerized by the deep shade of blue she’s got going on.

“The bunny,” I jerk my chin toward the general direction where the puck bunnies are located.

“The bunny… Oh, you mean Darla?” She starts laughing, a big belly laugh, the sound definitely not a little squeak like I’m used to hearing from all these other girls.

“Karla,” I correct her in the same way the puck bunny did, and she gets into another fit of laughter.

I start laughing too, and by the time we’ve calmed down, we both seem to be having a hard time letting go of the other one’s eyes. I feel like this moment is very important somehow.

“Anyway, it was good seeing you.” Chloe attempts to walk around me, and my eyebrows go up in surprise. I can tell she likes me, but I am confused by the fact that she is trying to ditch me. “My friends are about to leave. I was here just to settle the bill,” she points toward the bartender, who smiles at the two of us.

“Don’t go.” I reach down and grab her hand, then bring it up to my chest, all while taking another step into her space.

“What?” She seems to be completely taken aback, and I don’t blame her.

“Have a drink with me,” I continue like she hasn’t said a word. “I’ll buy drinks for your friends too if that’ll make you stay.”

“Uh, I already had my drink quota for the night. And I have to be up super early tomorrow morning for practice. For the rest of the week actually.”

“Practice for what?”

“I’m in a beach volleyball league. We got a game coming up in seven days,” she gives me a happy smile, her eyes getting brighter as she talks about it.

“Where do you practice?” I need a workout partner anyway, and I am dying to know now what this girl’s got to show me.

“Oh, it’s a small gym we go to for conditioning close to Lake Byrd.” I’ll be damned if that’s not the gym I go to as well. “Then we use the beach there for practice.”

I grin in anticipation. I am going to surprise the fuck out of her. “What time?”

“What time what?” she is scowling at me again, and I find that I want to kiss it the fuck out of her.

“What time is your workout in the morning?”

“Oh, I have to be there at six forty-five,” she willingly gives me all this information without a care in the world. We’ll have to have a chat at some point about talking to strangers.

“Good deal,” I nod and bring her hand to my lips. I drop a soft but lingering kiss on her knuckles, then step back without letting go.

Our arms stretch out in between us until they’re too far apart to hang onto each other. I let go of her fingers and her arm drops like it’s made out of lead. Her eyes are taking me in, and I do the same to her. She’s got a tight dress on that’s similar to what Tinker Bell was wearing, but it looks so much better on Chloe’s athletic body. I can almost see ab definition through the thin material, making my cock harden in my jeans.

Her hair is blonde, same as Tinker’s, but bleached from being out in the sun for hours and not from a bottle of chemicals. When my eyes drop to her feet, I notice that she’s got white Converse shoes on. I grin at the sexy picture she makes. I definitely want to see this girl again.

“See ya soon, Chlo,” I wink and turn around without giving her a chance to say goodbye. That’s my exit strategy.

Leave her wanting for more.

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