"Not really," Chris admitted. "We really only just started flirting a few weeks ago. And we spent the weekend together last week, after the Valentine's Dance." He would definitely refrain from telling Allison he'd wanted to fool around with her at the dance, and damn the consequences. But Elena had kept a level head about it, and had refused to do more than kiss him there.
They'd made up for it afterwards. All night and all day, all night again, until well into Sunday afternoon when he'd finally gone home. And had a difficult conversation with Isaac.
"She's a teacher here. Elena Michaels. And..." he scratched his jawline. "And she's a werewolf." Because he might as well get that out in the open, since that was what he was worried about telling her.