Greta
I've always had an eye for beautiful men. I often joke with Rebecca about who I would do and who I wouldn't do. Inappropriate jokes about hot men were my thing, but now when I'm faced with one, I'm not sure what I'm supposed to be doing.
My mate is a demon, and he is also way out of my league. And it's one thing pretending and talking as if you have a chance at dating a hot guy, but now that my mate turns out to be one?
I'm so nervous.
I glance at my mate from my armchair.
He is larger-than-life and lying on his back with his eyes closed. Damn. If we had not been mates and he had been a regular student, I could see myself telling Rebecca he was gorgeous.
Because he is, but I bet I'm not his type.
I can't imagine someone like him flirting or asking someone like me out on a
