Alpha Gray
The guy’s perceptive.
I swallow hard, nodding. “Yeah. We’ve been seeing each other for a few weeks now and I just… I don’t know, man. With the full moon coming up I’m just trying to figure out what the fuck we’re doing, I guess.”
Deke opens up the cupboard next to him, pulling out two coffee mugs. “I think this is a conversation that requires coffee,” he grumbles, setting the mugs on the counter and reaching for the coffee pot to fill them.