Magical by Elizabeth L. Brooks
“We’ve been together for about a year now,” Chase said, flashing Mark a smile that no one in the room could fail to interpret. “Of course, that was preceded by about six months of my trying to get his attention before I finally gave up on the subtle approach and just bashed him over the head with a club and dragged him off to my cave.”
“I’d noticed!” Mark protested.
“Oh, please,” Chase said. “I had to practically tell you to kiss me.”
Mark turned to Tanya and Erick, who were not trying to disguise their amusement. “I was being,” he explained loftily, “a gentleman.”
Chase snorted. “Even the stuffiest of stuffy gentlemen,” he said, “doesn’t wait until the fourth date to try for a kiss. Admit it: you had no idea that I wanted you!”
“I knew what you wanted,
