Chapter One Hundred and Five. The Shifter Bar, Aftermath.
Hannah’s Point of View.
I giggle uncontrollably at Del as he attempts to be suave on the dance floor. My mate has many skills, but dancing is not one of them. Bless his southern American heart, he is the quintessential, uncoordinated Dad dancer. He grabs hold of me and spins me around once more, practically tripping over his huge feet once again.
“f**k,” he slurs, as I laugh up at him.
I love every bit of this man, even his dad dancing, is turning me on. God I am going to do things to him tonight that will make his toes curl.
After consuming another seven beers, each, we are more than a little merry, and my vision is starting to turn a little blurry. I think after this dance, it is time to head home, and climb on my mate,
