Wildfire

Chapter 3

After getting out of the shower I stop and stare at myself in the mirror. My light green eyes looking back at me. I actually look like a women now. I’ve grown a lot these past 3 years. My hair is longer, past my shoulderson over my breast, tan skin from training in the sun for hours, lips are full, my body strong but not masculine. Luckily I inherited my moms body. C cups, thin waist, and hips that fit my 5'2" frame properly . I throw on a white sundress and some tan sandals and start to head down stairs.

The bbq is in full swing. Everyone saying hi and shaking my hand. I smiled back. Finally managed to get away and head to my friends. Blaine was there, along with our future beta Johnny, and delt Jackson. We all grew up together and were very close. I had no girlfriends just these 3 but we were family. As we caught up I notice Blaine look past me and smiling and nodding at someone.

“We will be back Kierra,” Blaine tells me as he walked away. I was confused and decided to turned to see who he was looking at.

In all his glory stood Clyde. Beautiful eyes, tan skin, his dark hair gelled back, wearing slacks, dress shoes and a black button up. He seemed to have grown some scruff. He looked like a damn full grown sexy man. After checking him out I finally look at him and blush. He caught me looking at him. He had this stupid smirk on his face. I rolled my eyes and turned back around.

“Wildfire” he said and I turned back around. This time he was in front of me with flowers. I was stunned honestly. Trying to regain my composure.

“ I was hoping you’d forget that nickname by now ” I replied back an he just chuckled.

“I’d never forget my wildfire” he said staring into my eyes. Geez my heart wouldn’t stop beating so fast.

“And what are these for? “ I said raising my brow as I took the flowers.

“Can’t I get my girl a gift after not seeing her for 3 years? “ he said grinning.

“Your girl?! Since when did that happen?” I couldn’t help but smirk.

“Wait and see my wildfire. You’ll be mine.” He grinned. I couldn’t help but blush and stare at him.

“Thank you for the flowers,” I say and start to walk off before he could see my face was as red as a damn tomato.