He had a feeling the Beta wasn’t joking, because he didn’t think Terrence even knew how to make a joke. “Give me a few minutes. I need to lock up.” He took longer than necessary to flip over the We’re Closed sign and locked the front door. Gods, what was he doing? It was so unlike him to simply walk away from work for a quickie. Spying Terrence waiting by his monster of a bike with his arms crossed made his decision for him. Damn, the man looked fine. “Ready?” “Yeah. Where are we going?” Al fumbled with the spare helmet Terrence tossed at him. “My place.” Al positioned himself awkwardly behind Terrence, instantly aware of the solid wall of muscles his arms wrapped around. Terrence’s proposition still felt surreal to him. His own wolf practically jumped out of his skin, overtly eager to feel the press of another wolf. It would’ve yipped with glee if it could. Come to think of it, Al couldn’t even remember the last time he even had a date. His pants suddenly felt two sizes too small, and he couldn’t wait to get out of them.
