Defrosting Her — Episode 5

So I'd instinctively thought this was the right way to compliment a guy. Almost immediately, I got a call from him. Looks like my sweetheart's pretty happy with it. Yeah.

You're in great shape. It's alright, though. Only seven. I took another look- Babe, you're really into this, huh?

Yeah, I like it. What's the problem? But I was talking about the relaxed state. If you help me out, then it should be eight inches. Wait, it wasn't what I meant.

I'm talking about your abs! Really? My face went from burning to absolutely scorching in seconds. I took a shaky breath.

Good night. I hung up, yet my heart was still racing. Maybe that's why I had a nightmare that night. I dreamt I'd finally agreed to meet my boyfriend in the VIP lounge of the hockey

rink. Because he'd been begging for weeks, I waited anxiously, but he was nowhere to be found. Suddenly, a hand tapped my shoulder.

I whirled around full of anticipation, but my affectionate boyfriend wasn't there. Instead, it was Grady. He backed me into a corner, bracing his arms on either side of me, trapping me completely. He leaned down.

Elena Vance, show me how much you like it. I jolted awake. Even as I washed my face, the tremors from the dream wouldn't fade. I couldn't shake this gnawing, unsettling feeling.

The background in the abs photo my boyfriend sent last night looked hauntingly, eerily similar to the bass's