After breakfast, Ginnie took me back upstairs to her room. We were sitting on her bed while we were just talking, her head was resting on my lap while, every once and a while, she lifted her hand to stroke through my hair. I could already tell she loved doing that.
“What do you want to do?” She asked me, taking me a bit by surprise.
“Right now?” I asked her, frowning my head…
Well, I could think of something I wanted to do…
But she giggled as she shook her head.
“In the long run, where do you want to live? I know you don’t have a pack. Could you imagine yourself living here, inside mine?” I thought about it for a while.
“Honestly, I don’t really care, as long as I have you.” I told her, hearing just how true my own words were. Ginnie’s cheeks flushed just a little, it was the c
