"Start talking...." Eamon grinned and Eros wondered how the tables had turned so quickly.
"It's nothing." Eros tried to brush it off but his friends' probing eyes made him aware that he was not going anywhere unless he spilled the tea.
"Fine, it happened last night." Eros admitted, the tips of his ears burning as his friends' curious stares told him to keep talking.
"You guys remember the cute bar attender that I told you about last week, right?" Eros asked.
"Yeah, the half breed with the tantalizing blue eyes. We remember him." Tia smirked.
"So, are you together now?" Eamon asked and Eros' eyes dulled a little.
"He told me he just wanted to have some fun before he found his mate and so I figured, why not?" Eros who was getting tired of holding out hope of finding his fated mate admitted.
He was now one hundred and twenty seven years and almost all his age mates had found their mates so, where was his hiding?
