Shirley
I wait. I wait for Keith to cross that last inch, to bring his lips to mine. I feel like his prey, but for some reason I’m willingly defenseless and ready for him to take control.
His hand on my cheek tilts my chin a little and then I know his lips are almost again mine. I feel that flutter in my lashes as they long to close, to submit so Keith can take over.
But they never fully close. Instead, they remain open as I hear his voice.
“Go inside,” he states.
It’s laced with lust, mirroring whatever desire I’m feeling. And yet his words were a perfect contradiction to the emotion, causing me to draw back an inch as Keith does the same. I’m left looking up into his golden eyes, my throat growing tight and dry as I see the intensity behind them.
“Go inside,” he repeats.
ShirleyThe next two days seem to fly by as the team is busy working on their own necessary tasks. Even I barely remember to take a moment to eat as I stay glued to my computer, typing away furiously to do my part.And I hardly see Keith. In fact, I only really saw him once and it was from behind as his back had been turned to me and he’d been on the phone. I’d made sure to soundlessly move into the next room so I wouldn’t disturb him.When the morning of Thanksgiving arrives, I find myself waking up early and almost immediately leaving the house. I have a few errands to run for the day, including trying to see if the post office is open so I can redirect a few of Jean’s old packages that were apparently being held.Warren doesn’t seem too bothered to be working on the holiday as he drives me anywhere I need to go. However, I also try to sweeten him up more when
ShirleyThere’s no way this is happening. I’m dumbfounded as I stare at Keith’s mother, seeing she has the same golden gaze that is currently widened with bewilderment as she blinks at Keith and me.I know how this looks to her - it looks bad. Well, actually it isn't necessarily bad, but she’s probably getting the wrong idea from this scene. Keith and I both dressed up, sharing Thanksgiving alone? Again, it looks intimate and there’s probably a million thoughts swirling around in her head.“What are you doing here?” Keith finally asks calmly, getting up from the table. He goes to his mother, giving her a simple hug as she begins to bounce back a little. She embraces her son, giving him her attention as I also stand.“We were trying to surprise you,” his mother confesses. “We didn’t want you to be alone for Thanksgiving, but it seems that’s not an issue.”She looks at me again, but her gaze isn’t cruel and neither was her tone. It’s clear that she isn’t bothered by my being there, maki
ShirleyI’m not sure what to do with myself. I woke up this morning, overwhelmingly aware of Keith’s parents being here as the house sounded more lively than usual. It’s not that I don’t want to see them - I actually think they’re lovely people. However, I’m not sure how to face them.They think Keith and I are together. I don’t know how to proceed, how to navigate this whole thing. Part of me wishes I could talk to Keith about everything, but I didn’t have the chance last night and I haven’t heard his voice from beyond the door this morning.So I’ve kept myself cooped up in here for hours, working away on my computer as I try to keep myself at ease. Only, I find myself losing focus any time I hear any noise or my mind slips back to the previous night. I wonder what Keith said to them when I’d left…whether he admitted the truth or just pushed it off. Maybe he didn’t have the heart to tell them they were wrong - I don’t think I would.It all has me in quite a daze, leaving me to try an
ShirleyKeith: 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’d just been at the center of my thoughts. However, he’s not the only one sitting at the table with a beautiful breakfast spread laid out. No, there’s at least a dozen other wolves gathered around.I begin to question how I hadn
ShirleyThe sight of Ralph’s smile makes me instantly forget that I have to pee and nearly causes a shiver to slide down my back.It has been over a week since I’ve seen him, which almost made me forget about his disdain for me…for Anya. But based on the look on his face, I can tell that hate hasn’t faded - it may have even grown.“Do you need something?” I finally bring myself to ask, my grip tightening on my phone. It’s still open to my text thread with Keith, oddly making me thankful that I could hit call if necessary. But why do I feel like I may need to?“Just checking on you,” Ralph says, his smug smile growing. “I see you’ve made some friends.”He glances over my shoulder, causing me to turn and do the same as I see the distracted wolves in my party.“If that’s what you want to call it,” I reply as I turn back to him.Ralph hums, the sound only adding to my discomfort as I try not to grimace. But I still grow more rigid as I frown.“Guess it’s nice to have people to keep you co
ShirleyKeith’s tone makes me feel as though I’ve been caught doing something I shouldn’t have. Like I’m a teenager who just snuck in after fooling around with my boyfriend all night. I pause in the doorway as I stare at him, studying how his solid features are held tight.I can already tell Keith is ready to pick a fight, which causes a sudden annoyance to begin to trickle into my veins.“Why does it matter?” I ask him.“Warren can drive you home,” Keith tosses back.“It’s two in the morning,” I counter. “I didn’t want to bug him.”“That’s what he’s there for,” the Alpha states. “That’s his job.”In turn, I huff. “Well, excuse me for trying to be polite.”But Keith doesn’t care. He’s too wound up as he stands from where he’s seated.“Your ‘politeness’ put you in danger,” he says then. “You were being careless.”“Careless?” I ask with a scoff. “Because I took a ride from someone who offered?”“You hardly know him,” Keith tries. “What if he had brought you back to his place? Or drove o
ShirleyThere’s silence between Keith and I as I wait for his reply. Snow continues to fall around us, landing in his hair until the black strands are painted with white. He’s as unreadable as ever as he stares at me, his expression still resembling exhaustion as he doesn’t appear to even be trying for words.And I don’t either. I just wait for something. For him to utter a word or maybe just to see him nod or shake his head. But even those gestures from Keith could mean anything - he always plays so close to the vest.The longer I keep my gaze on his unmoving features, the more I begin to realize how unfair my question is. He’s been out for hours, trying to protect his pack from whatever necessary. His senses have been heightened all evening and now he’s deflated. And here I am - handing over complicated questions while all he needs is a warm bed and a full night’s rest.The best thing I can do now is try to retract my words - dismiss them somehow and insist I’d meant them to be more
KeithKeith had left at dawn that morning and been out ever since. Thankfully, he’d been able to get some sleep after he’d hardly rested the night before. Even despite the fact that he’d been exhausted after the news of the missing she-wolf report, he was unable to fully drift off.One would think that was due to his worry regarding the disappearing women and his pack overall - which it partly was. However, it was undeniable that his lack of sleep had mainly been caused by one woman in particular.Following his encounter with Shirley in the snow, his mind had been restless. Even a few days after, he still felt stuck and haunted by her question.“What do you want from me?”But what haunted him more was the fact that when he posed the same question back, she hadn’t replied.He figured that was warranted considering he hadn’t given her an answer either, but still. It bothered him that he didn’t know what was going on in that mind of hers, what had caused her to ask her question in the fi