Chapter 67. Best Date Ever

Keira’s POV

I poked my fork into the plate of spaghetti and meatballs in front of me. I wasn’t exactly hungry, but it was dinnertime, and I had to eat something. I took the frozen spaghetti out of the refrigerator and put it in the microwave.

Now that the meal was sitting in front of me, I had no motivation to actually eat it. I sighed and twirled the spaghetti as my eyes wandered around the kitchen until they stopped at the owl-shaped wall clock. From the ticking hands, I could see it was a little past 7 p.m.

I was terribly bored. I had nothing to do and no one to talk to. Usually, on a Saturday night like this, I’d be dressed up and on my way to a lively club to party, which often ended with me bringing a man home and having sex with him until dawn.

But ever since I met Clint, my desire to be a party animal