Davin
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Idiot, i***t, i***t. How stupid could I get? I should have asked her something else instead of that lame question, I lamented as we shuffled through the icy tundra. The moment had passed, and I had yet to find another opening to talk to her.
“Exactly, you moron,” Geri said. “You need to be better with my mate; try harder.”
“I am trying. Give me a break. Girls usually flock to me; I’ve never had to work this hard just to get someone to talk to me,” I grumbled.
“Not good enough; she is special. She is not one of your floozies. If you can’t do it just tell me. I will sweep my mate off her feet,” he huffed and, annoyed, retreated to the back of my mind. I was sure her grandfather thought the same; he’d given me such a stern look when we entered his house, and we were out o
