Page 59 of His One True Wish

“I am not joking, Gramps, and if you plug that in before I’ve had a chance to ask the stars outside to grant us the wish of a working radio … ”

“You’ll what, ask the woodland faeries to curse me?”

She grinned but was nonplussed as she walked to the front window and opened the shutters. “There, I see it, a star.” She turned and looked. “Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight.” She nodded at me.

“What?” I said.

“Wish?”

“I don’t wish,” I said.

“Everybody wishes.”

“Not me.”

Lips pursed, she glared and then smiled. “Fine. Then I will wish for both of us, grumpy pants. I wish that the snow stops and this radio works and we can both go home.”

She stared at me as I held the plug in one hand and the orange extension cord in the other.

“Go on, plug it in.”

“Oh, sorry,” I said. “I thought there would be sparkling light or some sort of a magical sound.”

“Don’t be a dick and make fun of my wish. Just plug it in.”

I grinned. “Okay, sunshine,” I said. “Let the sparks fly.”

I plugged in the radio and flipped the switch. It clicked and then nothing.

“No,” she said.

“Hold on,” I said, patting the sides of the box.

“No, like this,” Billie said, darting beside me. Laughing, she took her hand and patted the top. “One for the money, two for the show, three to get ready, and four to go … ”

“Is that a wish?”

“No, it’s actually a Taylor Swift song I like.”

“You are so confusing,” I muttered.

As she repeated her song, the lights flickered, and the radio came on with a low buzz. I turned the dial. “Hold on, we’ve got contact.”

She jumped up and down, squealing. I turned as she threw her arms around me, our bodies colliding. She looked up at me, desire sparking in her eyes. “Sorry, I was just so happy,” she murmured.

I held her against me, my cock hardening, the heat of her body like a narcotic. We’d said just once, just that one night, but she was right here, and my body ached to feel her again.

“I know we said one night,” her voice low, her breathe in short bursts.

“Do you know what time it is?” I asked, my voice low and full of desire. My pulse throbbed in my dick.

“No idea,” she said.

“It could be anyplace, anytime,” I said.

“It could still be last night.”

“Let’s say it is.”

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