I gave him a flat look in reply. “That’s not going to happen.”
“It was a joke.” His smile started to falter.
With a sigh, I shook my head and said, “If you promise not to try to kiss me again, I’ll think about it.”
“Great,” he said, his grin returning full force. “It’s a deal then.”
Lifting the injection, I stuck him in the arm with the needle before he could make any more comments.
“Ouch!” he said, wincing.
I rolled my eyes. The man’s healing factor might have been low, but he was still a werewolf. Their pain threshold was so much higher than most. He likely didn’t even feel the prick of the needle.
He just wanted attention, like a toddler with a tummy ache. Well, I wasn’t going to kiss it better, if that was what he wanted.
Surprisingly, he didn’t tease about that.
Instead, aft
