"What are you wearing?" Aaron crossed his arms over his chest, raising his right eyebrow. "A dress, duh," I placed my hand on my hip, examining the dress while looking in the mirror.
I turned around to see him scanning over my body, at first I thought he was checking me out, "What's with all the muscles?" He exclaimed, looking at my legs. Well, that thought died.
"It's from soccer, what, do you have a problem with a girl having more muscles than you? Calm down, I'm not freaking Jillan Micheals," I flexed my muscles, poking at my biceps with my free hand. I looked up to see him shaking his head.
"You look like Hulk in a pink dress," he chuckled at his lame joke. I frowned, "I'm sorry that I'm abnormally strong, you're just jelly that you don't have," I flexed my muscles again, "this," I finsihed, I heard him sigh.
"That," he pointed at my flexed arm, "Is definitely not attractive."
I frowned.
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Fionna Jet is a clumsy, sporty, unlady like, warm hearted, abnormally strong, nature loving, joker who is desperate for love. She spent all her time on the soccer club in middle school so much that she decided to dedicate her time to find her true love in high school.
She was desperate enough that she spent two hours in a mall, waiting for a guy to pick her up. Poor girl. Her friend gave her some crazy idea on getting a coach to teach her... to be attractive.
Aaron Rae, a calm, intimidating, emotionless, mysteries, quiet, tired/lazy, intelligent hottie who, for some reason, hates stuffed toys, is a total chick magnet. Suprise, surprise, he "hates girls," not that he is gay or anything.
He said, "I know one or two things about girls. One thing is that they go insane about a guy not liking them, they become depressed and cry. I hate girls." Shocking, right? Wait, there's more, he actually agreed on being Fionna's coach.
He teaches her by criticizing her. What a nice boy.
Megan attends college at Clemson University and she has a boyfriend, Christian, that she has been with since high school. She has the great best friend, nice apartment and car and she's a year away from her degree, but something just feels missing. Megan doesn't hate her life by any means... She's just gotten sort of bored with it, always feeling like there's something else she needs... Until she meets... Noah. She never expected to meet someone like him much less feel the sparks that ignite as soon as they meet eyes.... Can she just ignore feelings like that? Feelings she never felt before, not even from her own boyfriend. Noah won't be able to resist though, he has to do something about it... about her. Will she give in to the feelings taking over her?
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"Oh, you've been picturing me naked have you?" She asked sort of becoming amused now. Shit do I sound like a pervert?
"No that's not what I mean...I just..." I tried to laugh it off hoping she wouldn't think I was a douche. She glanced inside through the sliding doors to see what looked like the girl she was dancing with earlier looking for her. When she turned back to look at me she had a look in her eyes that while I didn't know what it meant was still incredibly sexy.
"Damn that's too bad... because I have been thinking about you naked since I ran into you this morning." She said confidently standing up and walking past me towards the house but not before brushing her hand across my leg. I watched her in awe as she walked back inside swinging her hips making my eyes go straight towards her ass. I sat there for a few minutes confused but extremely turned on... I couldn't lie I was definitely picturing her naked now.