Page 15 of Mated to Fenrir
"If you'd like that."
"I would. It's not far from here. I was actually glad when you suggested this bowling alley because I could walk to it," I said.
He nodded and fell into step beside me. "Do you prefer to walk?"
"Yes. I have a car, but it's such a fuss getting a parking space near my building that I normally prefer to walk if I can. Plus, it's cheaper than a gym membership."
He laughed. "I wouldn't know."
"Eurgh, don't tell me that immortality has just frozen you looking like this." I stopped to wait for the lights on the road to change.
"Definitely not. But I set myself up with a home gym the moment I could. I don't like exercising around people. I worry that my wolf will show himself."
"Ah. I hadn't thought of that. I've always been the solo runner kind of fitness person."
"I can see that." The way he looked at me made my blood race and my wolf come to attention. She was going to be difficult to control if this continued. "Do you like running in the morning, or at night?"
"Trying to work out if I'm going to be getting you up at five am?" I joked.
"Something like that."
"Well, I wouldn't wake you up, but I do prefer an early morning run," I admitted.
"It's fine if you did. I work out before breakfast."
"Is this where I suggest we could be having a different kind of workout before breakfast soon?" I joked, bumping my shoulder against his as we walked.
He laughed. "You could, but we're not supposed to be encouraging our wolves."
"Maybe it's you I'm trying to encourage, not your wolf," I responded.
"I can appreciate that," he said.
I sighed. "Dating with a wolf makes things a lot harder than it needs to be."
"It does," he agreed.
"When I was in my early twenties, I used to find myself wishing that I didn't have to deal with her." I pressed my hand against my chest even at the memories. It wasn't my wolf's fault that she made things harder, I'd just been born with her.
"I wasn't twenty, but I went through that phase."
"How old were you?" I asked curiously.
"About two hundred, I think. It's hard to keep track of the years sometimes."
"So you don't know how old you are?"
"I know what year I was born," he responded. "So if I have a calculator, I can work out how old I am. But sometimes, it doesn't really seem to matter. I've been around a long time, and that's that."
"I suppose that's true."
"Does it bother you?" he asked. "Dating someone older than you?"
I shrugged. "I guess it depends if you're going to start acting like I have to stay at home and do all the chores."
"Definitely not."
"Then no. Even if I was in the normal dating pool, there'd be a chance of me dating someone older. Elves, fae, and vampires all have lifespans that are much higher than mine. What's adding a god into the mix?"
