The Hockey Captain Shows Up in My Room Every Night

Face burning, I pushed Theodore away and ran out of the locker room.

Are we really trapped in my dream together?

This is a disaster, and I'm not in the mood to explain anything to him.

My bad mood followed me all the way to class.

Isaac Turner and Amanda Price were sitting in front of me again, showing off their disgusting little romance.

Come to think of it, those two were partly to blame for Theodore and me getting trapped in that dream.

Isaac was my childhood friend. He was always hanging around me, saying flirty things.

I had to admit he wasn't bad-looking, and I'd been thinking about giving it a shot.

Amanda said that since she was my friend, she'd feel him out for me.

“Trust me, babe. I'm the queen of the social scene. I'll find out exactly how he feels.”

Then she eagerly asked me all about Isaac.

What he liked, his habits, what he did for fun...

In the end, she announced she'd landed Isaac herself.

“Isaac likes me. As for you? No guy wants a nerd with her nose buried in a book.

“You know what? Isaac says you're a total frump. I feel so bad for you.”

And Isaac just went along with all of it.

He'd willingly turned himself into Amanda's trophy, letting her parade him around everywhere.

The gossip never stopped.

“Look, boring little Freya had her crush stolen right out from under her.”

“So what if she's a genius? She still lost to Amanda. She should beg Amanda to teach her how to be a woman.”

The comments buzzed around me like flies.

Isaac was the one who'd been coming on to me. I'm not letting those two jerks get away with making a fool of me!

After class, I went back to my dorm.

All that talk got under my skin. I hate losing.

Once I have an amazing body, I'll crush Amanda.

I tapped on a random video in my feed, and there it was—a perfectly round, perky butt.

That was when I realized I wanted one.

Since it was Christmas, I went ahead and made two wishes. From then on, Theodore and I were trapped together every night.

That night, Theodore was there again.

His eyes were ice-cold. He was clearly not happy.

So what if he's the most popular guy on campus and the captain of the hockey team?

Please. I never invited him into my dreams.

Theodore's gaze sharpened, and he backed me against the mirror.

“Freya, explain yourself.

“What exactly are you trying to get out of this weird room?”

His muscular body blocked my way, and he was so handsome it should've been illegal.

I tried to push him away, but he stepped closer as if to prove a point.

“Freya?”

Theodore looked down, studying me. As he leaned closer, he instinctively breathed in.

He'd expected to be repelled. Instead, the scent soothed him in a way he'd never experienced before.

He leaned closer, wanting to be sure.

“Whoa!”

I pulled back, on guard.

“Easy! I know you're aggressive on the ice, but this isn't the rink.”

Theodore raised an eyebrow. Too bad he liked playing offense.

“A normal dream lasts two hours, but the penalty keeps us stuck here all night. And who knows how much worse it could get? Freya, don't tell me you have a crush on me.”

“No...” What is he talking about?

“Then tell me the truth. What does 'XXX' actually stand for? I'll help you achieve it.”

A wicked little idea hit me. Maybe I should enjoy watching Theodore lose his cool.

It was time to reveal my first wish.

I rose onto my tiptoes and leaned in, daring him.

“A peach butt.

“I want the sexiest, roundest butt ever. So how exactly are you going to help me get one?”