Overeager (Extra Credit, #1)

by Grae Bryan

“Humans aren’t meant to drive with snow on the ground. They simply aren’t. It’s unnatural.”

Eli is me.

Except his loafers didn’t have great traction—they were meant for loafing, not heavy labor. It was right there in the name.

If the snow didn’t melt by the time he was meant to leave, he was just going to have to stay forever. Squatters’ rights and all.

Noah grinned. He had dimples on both sides, which seemed frankly like too much. Save some charm for the rest of humanity, right?

Their server, who had been bravely approaching again, did an abrupt turnaround.

“Can I scent mark you?” he found himself asking. Jesus. So much for not jumping the gun. Eli spluttered at him for a minute or so, which was pretty fucking cute, before he gathered his words. “What? No. Jesus. We can’t—” “Just a little,” Noah told him. “I’m kind of losing it here.”

“I’d like to be your boyfriend,” Noah told him immediately, keeping up his steady streak of having absolutely zero chill.

“Dude. Ash is such a hard-ass sometimes. How hasn’t he presented as an alpha yet?” “Because his designation is officially ‘mouthy little shit,’ that’s why.”