Not anymore, My wolf practically screams in my head. We've got ourselves something so much better than that immature dickwad.
Her statement makes me laugh out loud, catching Matthew off guard. "Sorry," I apologize with a big grin. "My wolf wants you to know that no. We don't miss Bren. She called him a dickwad."
Matthew chuckles, "Well I'm glad we're on the same page. Baffles me that the Dickwad rejected someone as gorgeous as you."
The seriousness of our conversation is quickly uplifted like a cloud. That's one thing that I enjoy so much about talking with Matthew. How quickly we can shift the tone in our discussions.
"I can't believe your mate thought you were too nerdy," I roll my eyes taking a sip of my wine. "Those glasses do wonders to me."
"Is that so?" Matthew practically glow
