Chris turned from the window, where he was looking out at the campus. He sighed and raked a hand through his hair, scratched at the stubble that marked his jawline.
Leave it to Derek to be blunt, to skip over pleasantries and go right for the jugular. Chris supposed he wouldn't have him any other way, but that didn't make it any less annoying. Or embarrassing, as the case may be.
"Damn werewolves and your super sonic sense of smell." Chris said with a shake of his head. "You want to know the truth? We christened the deck before I made the announcement."