“That was bad. Winter said I was bad at hitting on her but come on. He is worse.” Wyatt waves a hand at a laughing Dabriel.

“Ok, I'll admit your both bad. How do you get dates?” I laugh at their pouting faces.

“Must be the good looks.”

I think and realise too late that I’ve said it out loud. Both of them grin at me.

Men and their egos.

“I have to leave, but I will see you again Winter,” Dabriel says as he gets to his feet.

“Dabriel,” Wyatt warns in a low voice.

“It’s true; it’s not the right time but soon.” Dab tells Wyatt and them both stare each other down before Wyatt nods. He looks at me and eventually smiles.

“Soon Winter.” Dabriel says before walking off, I watch until he leaves the restaurant up the large wooden staircase.

“Sorry about Dabriel, he is different and well not usually this friendly. Honestly, I’ve never seen him come out with such terrible pickup lines before.” Wyatt apologies.

“I thought he was nice,” I say, not wanting to tell him that I actually thought he was hot as sin, wrapped up in a tight package. I wonder what colour his eyes are usually; I think he must have worn some cool eye contacts. I remember when Alex brought some pink ones and she looked really creepy for a while. It kind of suits Dabriel.

“Nice is not a word I’m sure Dabriel has ever been called.” Wyatt chuckles to himself, his dark eyes meeting mine.

“How did you meet him?” I ask, breaking the building tension between us.

“Our fathers all hated each other, when they were all alive at least. We all protested against them by being secret friends as kids. Atti was the first to come to us all, he found a way without anyone knowing and then we all used to meet once a week. As we got older, they became like brothers to me. We all have our own family issue’s and it was great way to escape.” He says.

“Sounds like most kids, tell them not to do something, and they will go straight ahead to do it.” I chuckle.

“I enjoyed tonight, spending time with you is relaxing,” Wyatt tells me.

“Me too,” I whisper with blushing cheeks and he runs his fingers across my hand on the table. We leave not long after and on the way home I look over at Wyatt.

"Thank you for tonight; I had a really good time," I say and I mean it. Being with Wyatt had become relaxing. Jaxson is so intense that I feel like I’m going to kill him half the time, whereas being with Wyatt is fun. It doesn’t mean I’m not intensely attracted to him because I am but being with him feels right.