"Hello? Wendy? Wendy? Weeeeendy?"
I was too dizzy to see his face. But I knew it was him. IT WAS RYAN FUCKIN' LOCHTE.
I sat up, wide-eyed. HOT DAMN.
"Oh my goodness," I said breathlessly, staring up at his beautiful eyes. He wore a white polo bearing three sexy letters : USA.
"Oh my goodness," I repeated. I was hyperventalating. "You're RYAN LOCHTE."
"Yes, it appears I am," he answered, smiling down at me.
"If I swam against you, I'd lose," I mumbled stupidly.
"Wouldn't EVERYONE?" he chuckled lightly. I chuckled too, but it turned into a laugh, and my laugh turned into a snort. A loud PIGGY SNORT.
I cup my hands to my face immediately. OH GAWD. DIDI JUST DO THAT?
Lochte started laughing. Oh no. Real smooth, Wendy.
When tears started to well up in my eyes, Ryan stopped laughing and started brushing his hand against my cheek to catch the tears.
"No, no," he said softly. "I thought it was cute! Your laugh's adorable!"
I beamed and looked at him. Oh my... he was really hot. I wasn't thinking. I just blurted it out.
"Let me be the mother of your 17 children," I said breathlessly. I was still dazed! NO HATE!
"What?" Lochte laughed. I cupped my mouth again, but this time, he didn't wipe the tears off my cheeks. He took my hands away from my mouth and planted a soft kiss. I kissed him back.
And it was there, in that dingy red little British phonebooth, where we made out ;)
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When in London
FanfictionWhen Wendy Hamilton landed a chance at a fashion contract with a famous designer in London, everything starts to pop all at once. She is suddenly famous for rescuing a choking Pippa Middleton, and the Royal Family declared her a hero. Then while ru...
