“Oh, Daniel? He’s just a friend from work. Why do you ask…?” Noah tilted his head, confused at Micah’s sudden change in tone. Though he had to admit... Micah's voice did sound unfairly attractive.

  “No reason…” Micah muttered, shifting upright. His tail flicked once before settling.

  “But… I want to go to work with you.”

  Noah blinked. “You can’t.”

  “I want to.”

  “No.”

  Micah smirked. “Are we doing this again? I’ll stay if you kiss me.”

  “W-what? Absolutely not!” Noah’s face burned.

  Micah stared at him, unrelenting.

  “No…” Noah said again, but his resolve cracked. He pulled Micah close and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek.

  Micah froze, then pouted dramatically, giving Noah the perfect chance to escape. But escape wasn’t so simple. Minutes later, Micah was smugly walking beside him on the way to work, ears and tail hidden just as Noah had insisted. Werewolves were supposed to be myths, after all.

  Why can’t I ever say no to him? It’s practically impossible.

  At the café, Noah told Micah to lay low. But of course, Daniel noticed him. The moment their eyes met, the air shifted — instant dislike.

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  Micah remembered Noah’s warning: Play nice, okay? I’ll take the day off tomorrow for you.

  He sighed, then forced a charming smile at Daniel. Noah, meanwhile, was already busy serving customers. But the customers weren’t focused on the food. Their attention kept drifting to Micah — tall, mysterious, magnetic.

  Noah’s jaw tightened. His chest burned with something he didn’t want to name. Why does this bother me? He’s not mine. He’s not even that attractive… I think.

  But the way those girls giggled at Micah made Noah seethe.

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  Clearly, Micah had forgotten Noah’s warning. He was supposed to lay low — not join a donut-eating contest, and definitely not devour three dozen donuts in front of a crowd.

  Micah never listened when it came to things like that. Noah was furious at first… until he saw the prize. Three hundred dollars. Suddenly, it didn’t seem so bad. In fact, Noah found himself cheering louder than anyone else.

  In the end, Micah won — obviously. Seventy-seven donuts. Noah couldn’t help but think: He really is amazing.

  Micah didn’t care about the prize. He only cared about making Noah happy. And though this wasn’t the ideal way to do it, he still succeeded.

  “You’re an idiot, you know,” Noah whispered softly as they walked home.

  Micah smiled. “Well, you still keep me around though.”

  Noah grinned back. “Hey… you wanna do something stupid?”

  Micah tilted his head, confused. Noah grabbed his hand and took off running. He didn’t get far before running out of breath, and Micah scooped him up effortlessly, carrying him at incredible speed.

  They stopped at their destination: a pool. Closed for the night, forbidden to enter — but beautiful under the glow of the streetlights.

  Micah stared at the water, then peeled off his shirt.

  Noah flushed crimson. “Gahh! Why are you doing that here?!”

  “You are aware,” Micah said matter-of-factly, “to swim in the water you must remove your clothes.”

  Noah turned away, fumbling with his buttons, too nervous to continue.

  Micah grinned, grabbed his leg, and yanked him into the pool.

  “Ahh!” Noah shrieked as he splashed under.

  He surfaced, sputtering, glaring at Micah. But Micah only splashed him again, and soon it turned into a full-on water fight — laughter echoing into the night.