Shirley
Keith holds my hand, keeping me close as we walk through the Lock Heart airport. Looking at our intertwined fingers keeps a smile on my face, which can’t be smoothed even as people stare our way.
“Who is that?”
“Do you see the Alpha?”
They’re whispering, staring wide-eyed. Some people smile, others - mainly women - scowl at me. Apparently Keith notices too because he only squeezes my hand and brings me closer.
However, it’s not in a domineering or protective manner. Instead, he holds his head high, seemingly proud and happy to have me at his side.
I have to admit I like it - I like this. Finally being able to touch him and look at him however and whenever I want is like a personal gift from the Goddess.
It certainly felt like a gift yesterday when w
