Flirt back. My wolf growls in my head. He's smart and nice and dreamy. Look at those tats. Those veins on his arm... yum...
"I don't believe you." I roll my eyes, his body suddenly turning to face me. He sees the playful smile on my face and relaxes slightly, realizing I was joking.
"You should believe me," he says gently.
While the food is cooking on the stove, he grabs a towel to wipe his hands, walking, practically stalking, toward me. My smile wavers the closer he gets until he's finally leaning on the counter next to me, his body turned toward me, a sad smile on his face. He pushes a strand of my hair away from my eyes, settling it behind my ear. Matthew's eyes meet mine, face so close I can see the patterns of his green iris.
"I went down a dark path after my mate rejected me," h
