Shirley
Keith: Well, my bed is more than big enough for two. If you ever change your mind.
That’s the last text Keith sent last night. The one I’d missed as I fell asleep, and I’m in shock as I read over the words for the fifth time this morning.
Did he actually say that? Had he just been as tired as I was and spewing nonsense? Because that seems very blatantly flirty to me.
But maybe it isn’t. Maybe it’s all in good fun - just like my messages were - and I need to relax. After all, Keith and both know that nothing would ever happen between us, so this is all just nonsense.
That’s what I keep telling myself anyway as I get ready for the day. And I’m still telling it to myself as I leave my room before I head into the kitchen.
And then I find the exact wolf who
