She blinks and raises up from the feather-filled pillow beneath her head to look about the room. She smiles softly to herself and climbs out of the bed.
"Another day..." She whispers to herself as she slowly strolls to the bathroom to go through her morning routine.
Skylar, having just had her 23rd birthday the previous night, was bubbly and skipping about as she cleaned and got ready for the day.
She looked into the full length mirror and the girl she saw was radiant. Standing, a short, five foot three with Long, waist-length barrel curls of blond, tossed over one shoulder. Piercing, Jade green eyes. Full and rounded ruby lips. And a creamy, ivory complexion that a model would sell their soul for.
Skylar's eyes wandered down her body, to her slender shoulders and slightly protruding collar bone and her C cup breasts. And then down her taught stomach, stopping a moment on her little bellybutton Ring that had a studded, hanging S on it.
Her eyes continued to wander downward to her hips and her thighs that where nothing but muscle from all her years of softball. Then finally to her carved and chiseled calves. She smiled brightly, thinking of when she used to be the-nerdy-girl whom no one ever paid any attention to.
She finally stopped staring at herself and went into the kitchen only to find a letter folded neatly on her dinning table.
"Dear Skylar, I've been watching you for several years now. You know who I am so don't be alarmed. Trust me, I couldn't hurt you even if I wanted to. You may not remember me, but my name is Roman and I work with you at the Sports Center down town. You always seem to be unavailable when I want to talk to you so I had my dog sneak this letter into your house through your own doggy door.... Ha-ha. Please, if you're still reading this...go to your front door and look out the window...."
The letter cut off. Skylar turned her head toward the front door, no other part of her body dared to move. She contemplated on whether or not to comply with the letter's instructions. Her curiosity got the better of her and she slowly moved to the window beside the front door.
She gently pushed back the curtain and blinds and looked out, only to see an extremely handsome man leaning against a rugged "Old Blue" type truck. He had a smile on his face that grew brighter when he noticed her peeking out the window.
"Roman...Roman...Roman..." Skylar chanted to herself trying to remember him but failing miserably. She waved shyly.
The man, looking to stand about six foot six and in his late twenties, bumped off his truck and started to stroll near her door. She took that moment to look over his features.
He had buzzed brown hair, a square jaw and two pools of chocolate brown eyes. His smile was crooked, making him look mischievous. And one of his brows were slightly cocked upward as his stagger brought him closer, his long legs clad in faded denim. His torso clad in green and blue flannel. His feet baring steel-toed work boots. His whole body looked like steel. Pure muscle. He walked up her porch steps with His hands casually stuck into his pockets.
It was driving Skylar nuts, that she couldn't remember such a handsome young man. Just as she thought that she didn't know any Roman, one popped into her mind from a couple of months ago.
A very frail and fragile looking boy struggling to lift a dumb bell. She puzzled over this. The man at her door was the exact opposite of the one in her memory. And yet they were the only Romans that she knew.
A gentle but firm knock on the door started her out of her reverie and she reached for the door knob and slowly opened it.
A small smile. "Hey." said Roman.
"Hi." came the whisper from Skylar.
"Um...its me. Roman. From the letter. Uh...you helped me with a work out a few months back," a blush, "erm...I couldn't left the weight I was using..." 'So I DO know him!' was the thought in her mind, 'I KNEW it!' was the continuation of that thought.
"Yeah, yeah. I remember. Roman. Uhh.. U look... buff." Was all that she could command to come out of her mouth. "You look nothing like you did then." She blurted.
He chuckled and smiled. "Yeah, I know. Went through a..uh..sudden growth spurt." Roman said. She could tell by the look in his eye that he was lying to her.
"Mhm. Hey, it's cold outside. Would you like to come in?" She asked and stepped aside. Roman just stood there for a moment, looking troubled he then slowly took a step over the threshold of Skylar's home.
He looked down at her after she shut the door and was openly staring. She looked confused and blushed as she looked down at herself. She was in blue short shorts and a cream mid-drift. She held up her index finger and strolled to her bedroom to put on more appropriate clothing. Roman watched her as she walked away, licking his lips, his member hardening just a bit in his tight jeans. He adjusted himself and sat on the couch and waited.
"What should I wear? What should I wear?!" rambled Skylar as she shuffled through her clothes. She found a white Eyes Set to Kill T-shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans. She put those on and put her socks and lime green converse on and then strolled back into the living room to see Roman rubbing his crotch with his right hand, his eyes closed. She bit her lip to suppress a groan at the sight.
She cleared her throat and his eyes shot open and his hand moved to his side as he sat up straight. He took a double-take at her and his eyes filled with an unknown emotion. She smiled and sat beside him, her hips purposely swaying on the way.
"So, what brought you here?" She asked. 'Kind of a silly question' she thought.
"You do, Sky." His voice was husky making Skylar wiggle where she sat. She tried to smile to hide how turned on she was becoming.
"Is that so?" She inquired, truly smiling this time.
"Mhm. I want to ask you something." He told her. His face looking serene, and rather serious.
"Shoot." was all Skylar said to acknowledge what he said.
"I want you to be my pack mate." Roman blurted in a ramble of mixed words. Almost as if he were nervous. If he hadn't been speaking so fast, she would have sworn he had said 'pack mate'. Like in a wolf pack, but she wasn't sure if that is what he had really said.
"You want me to be your pack hooby-whatty?" She asked in a confused tone of voice.
