All guys appreciate a good balcony, but I’m sure he thinks you’re perfect. I know I did the moment I saw my mate for the first time. Hands down, the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. One glance at her and it was game over.
Crashed and burned
But I can’t guarantee anything, I need a photo to run the official hotness diagnostic. Strictly for science. Send me a picture, and I’ll tell you if you pass ;)
I debated it for a second. I tried to pose, then made a silly face, propping a pen between my upper lip and nose. Before I pressed the send button, I added a short message.
Promise you won’t send it to Logan, Lucien?
I won’t send the picture to anyone
You have to promise on your mate.
I swear on my spectacular mate, I won’t send or show your picture to anyone ;) Wolf-that-ate-the-Scouts honor
Smiling at how adorable he was toward his mate, I texted it over. Then…silence. Thirty whole minutes of it.
I chewed my lip, imagining my mate staring at my selfie for that amount of time.
I experienced a wave of secondhand embarrassment.
When the beep came, I startled so much I dropped my phone.
He’d be a dumbass if he thinks other girls are better than you
Wow, did you really pay me a compliment, Mr. Rudy? What a curveball.
I did ;) So? What else do you want to know about your giant?
Hmm, does he have any allergies or intolerances?
He sent a laughing emoji.
Really? That and the old folks’ question? Wow, Bunny Doc, way to go
Hey! What if I cooked for him and accidentally murdered him with a peanut? I don’t want to lose a mate because of an oversight.
You’re planning to cook for him?
On special occasions, maybe.
Oh, Stephen! He’s not a remnant of the patriarchy who expects me to cook all the time, is he?
Or eat the game he hunts? I draw the line at birds. Especially ones with feathers still attached.
Hold on, still laughing at patriarchy
I laughed too, smothering the sound in my pillow as steel-gray eyes flashed through my mind.
Done? Wasn’t funny! I’m serious!
I’m sure your giant believes in equality
You think?
Yeah. You cook, he eats. Wink wink.
Don’t joke about that! I could never accept a ‘drinks beer while I vacuum’ sort of man.
