and my body reacts. Even just his smile, or when he looks at me with those intense blue eyes, gets me aroused. But I'm sure all girls react that way. He's insanely hot with a body that should be in magazines. Seriously, he should be a model. Or do commercials. Or he could be one of those hot guys in soap operas.
"Why are you so quiet?" he asks.
"Oh, um, sorry. I was just putting something away," I lie.
"Are you in your room?"
"Yeah. On my bed."
"Your bed, huh?" he asks in a low sexy tone. I didn't realize how sexy his voice was until I heard him on the phone like this.
"Get your mind out of the gutter," I tell him. "I'm fully clothed. I haven't changed since you dropped me off."
"I liked those shorts you were wearing. And the shirt. You looked really nice tonight."
I wonder if by 'nice' he means sexy. I didn't try to dress sexy, but I admit my shorts are really short, but that's only because it's the style right now. It's not like I purposely picked out my shortest pair. And my t-shirt is a fitted v-neck. It's nothing special but it does show off my breasts, but all shirts do that because I have a larger than average chest.
"Thanks. But it was just shorts and a t-shirt. I didn't exactly dress up."
"That's why I liked it. Dressing up is fine now and then, but I like more of a casual look."
"Good to know," I say kiddingly. "I'll be sure to tell your next girlfriend."
"You don't need to. I already told her."
"You did?" I feel a pang of jealousy. Why didn't he tell me he has a girlfriend? "Who is it?"
He laughs. "I'll just leave it at that."
Wait—does he mean ME? I'm not his next girlfriend. I already told him several times tonight that I only wanted to be friends. But then I waited in his truck for him to kiss me. Talk about mixed signals. What is wrong with me?
"So you don't have a girlfriend?" I ask.
"Not yet."
"You have girls falling all over you. How could you not have a girlfriend?"
"I haven't met the right person. Until the other night at the bar."
I smile. "So tell me about this girl."
"She's super hot. Has these beautiful brown eyes. Long silky hair. A nice voice. Great smile. She's funny. A bit mysterious, but I'm working on that. She's a talented athlete. And we have a lot in common. She's pretty much perfect."
"Nobody's perfect."
"Guess I'll have to wait and find out, because right now she seems pretty damn perfect."
I'm far from perfect. A disaster is more like it, or a hot mess, as Amber would say. I'm completely clueless about my future. I have no idea what I'm going to do if I can't do gymnastics. I feel like I should have my life figured out by now, but I don't. Instead, I'm just taking each day as it comes, with no plans other than to compete again. I haven't even declared a major for college. I'm just taking general classes.
"You want to watch TV?" I grab my remote from the table.
"Trying to change the subject?"
"Yeah."
"Next time just tell me. I like it when people are direct, because that's how I am. I tell people what I want and what I like. My brothers are the same way. It's kind of a Wheeler trait. So next time, don't worry about being subtle. Just tell me what you want."
I want you to come over here and kiss me and put your hands...
"Kira?"
"Yeah," I say, trying to regain my focus. "Got it. I'll try to be more direct."
I need to stop thinking of him in a sexual way. It makes it too hard to be around him.
"So back to the TV," he says. "What do you want to watch?"
We find a movie and watch it together. I've never done that. Watched a movie with someone over the phone. We didn't just watch. We also talked. Austin kept making these funny comments. He has a great sense of humor.
I really like Austin. I like talking to him and being around him. He already feels like a friend, even though my body wants more than that.
The next morning, I sneak out of the apartment to catch the bus. Luckily Amber didn't hear me. If she asks where I went, I'll just tell her I went for an early
"Why are you so quiet?" he asks.
"Oh, um, sorry. I was just putting something away," I lie.
"Are you in your room?"
"Yeah. On my bed."
"Your bed, huh?" he asks in a low sexy tone. I didn't realize how sexy his voice was until I heard him on the phone like this.
"Get your mind out of the gutter," I tell him. "I'm fully clothed. I haven't changed since you dropped me off."
"I liked those shorts you were wearing. And the shirt. You looked really nice tonight."
I wonder if by 'nice' he means sexy. I didn't try to dress sexy, but I admit my shorts are really short, but that's only because it's the style right now. It's not like I purposely picked out my shortest pair. And my t-shirt is a fitted v-neck. It's nothing special but it does show off my breasts, but all shirts do that because I have a larger than average chest.
"Thanks. But it was just shorts and a t-shirt. I didn't exactly dress up."
"That's why I liked it. Dressing up is fine now and then, but I like more of a casual look."
"Good to know," I say kiddingly. "I'll be sure to tell your next girlfriend."
"You don't need to. I already told her."
"You did?" I feel a pang of jealousy. Why didn't he tell me he has a girlfriend? "Who is it?"
He laughs. "I'll just leave it at that."
Wait—does he mean ME? I'm not his next girlfriend. I already told him several times tonight that I only wanted to be friends. But then I waited in his truck for him to kiss me. Talk about mixed signals. What is wrong with me?
"So you don't have a girlfriend?" I ask.
"Not yet."
"You have girls falling all over you. How could you not have a girlfriend?"
"I haven't met the right person. Until the other night at the bar."
I smile. "So tell me about this girl."
"She's super hot. Has these beautiful brown eyes. Long silky hair. A nice voice. Great smile. She's funny. A bit mysterious, but I'm working on that. She's a talented athlete. And we have a lot in common. She's pretty much perfect."
"Nobody's perfect."
"Guess I'll have to wait and find out, because right now she seems pretty damn perfect."
I'm far from perfect. A disaster is more like it, or a hot mess, as Amber would say. I'm completely clueless about my future. I have no idea what I'm going to do if I can't do gymnastics. I feel like I should have my life figured out by now, but I don't. Instead, I'm just taking each day as it comes, with no plans other than to compete again. I haven't even declared a major for college. I'm just taking general classes.
"You want to watch TV?" I grab my remote from the table.
"Trying to change the subject?"
"Yeah."
"Next time just tell me. I like it when people are direct, because that's how I am. I tell people what I want and what I like. My brothers are the same way. It's kind of a Wheeler trait. So next time, don't worry about being subtle. Just tell me what you want."
I want you to come over here and kiss me and put your hands...
"Kira?"
"Yeah," I say, trying to regain my focus. "Got it. I'll try to be more direct."
I need to stop thinking of him in a sexual way. It makes it too hard to be around him.
"So back to the TV," he says. "What do you want to watch?"
We find a movie and watch it together. I've never done that. Watched a movie with someone over the phone. We didn't just watch. We also talked. Austin kept making these funny comments. He has a great sense of humor.
I really like Austin. I like talking to him and being around him. He already feels like a friend, even though my body wants more than that.
The next morning, I sneak out of the apartment to catch the bus. Luckily Amber didn't hear me. If she asks where I went, I'll just tell her I went for an early
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