7
Winter
“Winter is my mate.” He made it sound like a death sentence. Quentin shouldn’t be able to stand wrapped in my sheet and look so freaking good. His tanned skin stretched over tight muscles, his arms bulged too thick, and his hair, while it wasn’t slicked back in the stylish way that he wore the last time I saw him, still appeared so put together. The man had turned into a huge tiger, and he still came out looking like he was ready for the cover of GQ.
“I’m your what?”
Dominic and Lucas had joined him in my apartment. Along with a short, beautiful blonde woman with glasses. She was nestled up next to Dominic who wasn’t about to let her go. Quentin’s icy-blue eyes landed on me and his scowl deepened.
“You’re awake.”
“Yes, and now would you like to explain what you just said.” I
