Joey is an amazing dancer. I don’t know where he learned it but I’m not complaining. He is wearing this beautiful brown suit with a cream dress shirt and a gold tie. He matches my dress perfectly; I hope Sam and I were not wearing the same dress. I wouldn’t want to look better in the dress then her. Thinking of Sam, I haven’t seen her at all.
“Where’s Sam? I’m sure the pack would like to see you dance with your mate and not me.” I said enjoying him before he left to dance with his wife.
“Don’t be shy with me darling, you know just as well as I do, she is not my mate” Joey said nipping my ear before spinning me into another turn.
“I may know it, but the pack doesn’t. We all know the pack comes first.” I said as the song ends moving away from Joey, embracing the itching that seems to now
