Ten
Wes
“Hey,” I said when Trixie stopped and blinked at the sight of me.
“Hey,” she repeated softly, inching the strap of her backpack farther up her shoulder.
“You can put your backpack down on my bed if you want,” I offered, my heart pounding as I looked her over.
She was as beautiful as ever, if you could call her that. She wasn’t what you’d call traditionally beautiful, more sexy with an edge you couldn’t quite place, which made her all the more intriguing.
“Oh, okay … sure.”
I pushed off the wall and walked down the hall to my room, leaving it up to her whether she followed or not.
After a few seconds, I heard Trixie’s footfalls behind me.
I walked inside, giving the room one last glance and sniff. Satisfied that it would pass inspection, I stepped to the side to allow her a
