Chapter 31

Marc turned away. He was happy for them, he really was. But he’d been in a dry spell lately, and even though it was self-imposed, he didn’t need to see their sweet displays. And he knew that probably made him a bad friend. He’d likely get past it soon, but for now, he felt a little melancholy about the whole situation.

“Hey, Marc,” Sam said, still hugging Graham. “Great to see you.”

Marc grunted.

Sam laughed. “Don’t be like that,” he teased.

Marc rolled his eyes. “Seriously? I haven’t dated in six months. Ever since your boyfriend, here, convinced me to take things slow and look for ‘Mr. Right’ instead of ‘Mr. Right Now.’” And he needed to get laid like he needed to breathe. It was killing him. But he kept that bit of info to himself.

Sam laughed and ruffled Marc’s hair. “Blue? Weren’t your tips purple last week?”

“I redid them for Fourth of July.” He ran his fingers through his white blond hair, smoothing it down.