The Hockey Captain Shows Up in My Room Every Night

On Christmas Eve, I made a wish for a miracle: a round, perky, Kardashian-worthy butt.

That night, I actually dreamed about Theodore Blake, the ice-cold captain of our college hockey team.

He braced one hand on a desk, caging me in as he stared at a glowing screen flickering above it.

[A dream you can't escape until you've built the perfect 'XXX'?]

He raised an eyebrow. “What's the missing word?”

It was only a dream, so I made something up.

“It's... 'body.' Who doesn't want the perfect body?”

He nodded, though he still looked skeptical.