"Wyatt, it’s nice to meet you Winter," he offers his hand. I take his cold hand and he shocks me by bringing it up to his mouth and placing a kiss. His lips feel cold on my hand but I feel a strange shock when his lips met my skin. It takes everything in me not to pull my hand away and run in the other direction like my body is screaming for me to do. For some reason, I don’t feel safe with him.

"Nice to meet you too," I mutter a slight lie, pulling back my hand. Wyatt just flashes me a knowing look before saying to Drake.

"There was a problem tonight, they are getting braver," his deep voice gets stronger about whatever they are discussing. It almost like his voice draws you in and demands that you listen.

"Just a few newbies chasing a pup, it's being dealt with," Drake smiles with a cold look in my direction.

"Good. Now, can I get you a drink?" Wyatt asks looking back at me. It's strange to see how Wyatt spoke to Drake then. It was like a boss ordering around an employee and worse, I had no idea what they were speaking about. What's a pup? Maybe it's a kind of business talk; I doubt they mean a puppy.

"Sure," I say taking his open arm and letting him guide me through the house. I can feel how cold he is even through his jacket. I look back to see Alex, who has disappeared with Drake. Knowing Alex, they might have already left, thinking Wyatt seems nice. While I don’t feel that he is at all, he seems too haunted to be described as nice. Seeing how he spoke to Drake just then, makes me more distrusting of him.

"Are you cold?" I ask noticing that's it's a hot summer day in May. I’m even warm, in a little dress and he is cold in a jumper.

"Just cold-blooded," he winks at me. I can't help but blush a little but who wouldn't when a very hot guy flirts with you. I know I need to act normal for a bit, before making an excuse and leave. We weave through the hallways of the building and up two floors in the elevator, which is filled with couples making out. I watch as the odd group of people who stop and stare at Wyatt like he is a god and ignore me completely. It’s all odd.

"So tell me, what do you study?" He asks as we enter the kitchen. It’s a modern kitchen with many cabinets that don’t look used and there’s even a bar on the one side next to an impressive window. There are a few people around but it's quiet enough in here to not have to talk too loudly. Where ever the loud music is coming from, it’s not too near.