QUOTE : I stretched my legs from their curled position and hit something warm and solid through the covers. No...he wouldn’t. I sat up and glared at Clay, who was already awake and contentedly stretched out at the end of my bed. His eyes met mine. “No,” I whispered. “No dogs allowed on my bed.” He snorted out a sigh and laid his head down, closing his eyes. “Seriously, Clay. Don’t you think this is just a little inappropriate?” He didn’t move. “Fine.” I used my feet to try to push him off the bed, but he didn’t budge. Leaning back, I braced my hands on the wall and pushed harder, straining to move his stubborn, irritating fur from my new comforter. He still didn’t move but did open one eye to look at me. I gave up and glared back. “If you shed all over my comforter, I’m locking my door at night.” I tossed back the covers and got out of bed. “With an eyehook,” I added for good measure. He