-Damian-
I sat in the spacious living room, a drink in hand, staring at the fire flickering in front of me. After a run and a shower, I was overwhelmed by the strong urge to find my mate. She seemed to be everywhere, even while hiding from me. It was impossible to miss. Whenever we crossed paths in the hallways, she would turn and walk the other way. I couldn’t blame her, but it was starting to grate on my nerves.
“Hey.” I turned my head to see Chris in the doorway, wearing nothing but a pair of training shorts. His upper body was exposed and glistening with sweat, blond hair sticking to his forehead.
“Hey,” I replied, turning back to the fire and taking a sip from my glass.
I hoped he would leave me to my thoughts, but clearly, he wasn’t going to. He entered the room, poured himself
