Winter
He sat down between us and rested back, his arms spreading out along the back.
“So, you can keep talking about how hot I am. That was nice.”
Krista rolled her eyes. “Did you also hear that you are old too? Because I’m pretty sure I said that too.”
He sighed. “Yes. Sadly, I have to agree. Some little she-wolf managed to beat me the other day and I’d never felt my age so much then the couple days after that.”
“Sorry…”
Chuckling, he shook his head. “Don’t apologize. It was fantastic.” He reached out and grabbed my drink, taking a sip. “However, I can help you with one thing. Winter is not my mate.”