“Welcome to the Shifter Games!” Lola’s voice was quickly becoming one of Marc's favorite sounds. He glanced over at Sylvester, who caught his eye and winked.
For the hundredth time since he'd left their date last week, Marc wished he understood people better. Every signal he knew told him that Sylvester liked him. Once Marc had a couple of drinks, the conversation had flowed so nicely, it was like hanging out with a dear friend.
A dear friend who he'd wanted to kiss so badly he'd basically assaulted the man at the end of the night.
Marc fought down a blush of embarrassment. At least Sylvester hadn't seemed adverse. But then when Marc texted him the next day, Sylvester had shed away from setting up that promised second date.
And now a wink.
What is Sylvester thinking?
Marc wanted to w
