make sure you have enough supplies, water, food, etc
freak storms are no joke
Me
I know, Mom
I’ll be fine
Probably
Mia
TEXT ME IF YOU NEED ANYTHING
or if you decide to bang them
ESPECIALLY if you decide to bang them
I want details
Me
Goodbye, Mia
Mia
I set my phone down, shaking my head. Mia’s been my best friend since college, and she’s also the most romance-brained person I’ve ever met. She sees meet-cutes everywhere. She cried at the end of The Notebook. She believes in soulmates.
I’m her opposite.
We balance each other out.
Thunder rumbles outside, closer now. I shift in my nest to look out the window. The rain has started, fat drops spattering against the glass. The ocean is dark and churning, waves crashing against the shore with increasing violence.
It’s going to be a long few days.
I settle back into my carefully arranged pillows and blankets, taking another sip of chamomile tea. It’s workingits magic, soothing some of the jittery anxiety that’s been building in my chest all day.
This is fine. This is manageable.
So what if I’m stuck in a house with the Knightley Pack? So what if they know I’m going into heat? So what if they smell amazing and Cole Knightley has unexpectedly good tea-making skills?
We have a truce. They’re going to stay out of my way. I’m going to stay in my nest. And in a few days, the storm will pass, we’ll all go our separate ways, and this will just be a weird story I tell at dinner parties.
Assuming I ever tell anyone about this.
Which I probably won’t.
Because it’s mortifying.
I pull the extra duvet up around me, creating a cocoon of warmth and safety. My nest smells like me now. It’s comforting. Grounding.
Outside, the wind picks up, howling around the corners of the house.
Inside, I can hear muffled voices from the living room. The Knightley Pack, probably discussing their strategy for dealing with this situation. Maybe placing bets on how long it takes before I do something embarrassing.
I take another sip of tea.
