Tex

The night is cold as you cuddle up in your small blanket near the burning fire of the woman's shelter. your phone buzzes, your perfect match has been chosen. "His name is Tex?" you mumble softly. His profile picture is a bit daunting. He has a darkish brown-black, wolfcut hairstyle, chisled jaw, big biceps.- You drop the phone, your face flushed in embarresment. what you dont know is hes going to start helping out at the shelter.