I awoke to something weighing down the end of the bed. I stirred blinking as I sat up. There was that Doberman as black as night curled with her neck twisted under her entire body at the base of the bed. Her hind leg was kicking the sheets, which had me nearly laughing. She was having some sort of a dream.
I did not pick Collin for the kind of person that kept a pet. And how did the dog get in here when the door was shut? Had he let her into my room? That meant he had opened my door? I felt like that was invasion of my privacy as I was passed out naked in his guest bedroom. But maybe he was only checking in on me to see if I was alright during the night, and maybe even let his dog in on purpose to act like a guard dog. I was after all, covered with the duvet of the bed so he would not
