Werecoyote Girlfriend (special preview)

Jordan leads you towards the side where the wall is nothing but big bags of feed. She takes down a fifty pound bag with ease. “This is great for big dogs,” she replies. “Especially ones that I assume are quite spoiled.”

You chuckle. “Yes, he is that.”

Jordan leads you back up front, ringing up your purchases. “Do you need help taking this to your car?” She asks.

You look up at her and your heart flutters slightly. “Yeah, actually.”

Jordan smirks hefting up the bag and taking it to your car for you. She lays it in the trunk and she notices the lesbian pride flag sticker on your bumper. “Where’d you get that?” She points to it.

“I uhm-” you fidget again, feeling nervous.

“I need like fifty,” Jordan replies with a grin. “I’ve got a few friends who would want one too.” 

“Oh,” you gasp, feeling excited. “I got it online,” you tell her and ramble off the site. “They have shirts and stuff too.”

Jordan laughs. “I think I give off the fact I’m gay without a shirt. Don’t you think?” She winks at you and you could die happy.

“I hope you have a good trip while your here,” Jordan says, lingering around your car. “Next time you give Alfie a walk, I’d like to meet him.”

You smile and nod. “I’m sure he’d like to meet you too.”

Jordan grins and walks back into the shop. You swoon, feeling like you’ve just stepped into a romantic comedy. You’ve never felt like this. You glance back into the window of the shop before you drive away, wanting to steal one last glance at Jordan before you drove off.

Alfie goes nuts for the bone. He bounces and dances around it, barking at it, then trotting a circle around it before laying down to waller on it. 

“You better enjoy that, it cost an arm and a leg,” you laugh at your own dumb joke. You sit down and turn on the TV, so pleased the cabin has a TV, let alone wifi. The guy you rented it from was this huge, scary guy, but he seemed nice. 

You fall asleep on the couch watching an old movie. You get woken up late that night to Alfie barking at the door like crazy. 

“Alfie, calm down,” you groan, standing up.

Alfie is snarling and barking, sounding extremely worried.