Fur-bidden Lust
"Who needs Tinder when the pets are matchmaking?"
"Who needs Tinder when the dogs are matchmaking?"Mid-January, 5 p.m., −5°C.The elevator doors creaked open, dumping a blast of stuffy warmth that smelled like dusty radiators, stale pizza, and wet slush from boots. Jake stepped into the lobby, hugging Nala...