“Damn!” Dion exclaimed softly when he saw the two male sirens occupying the table a few feet away from him and Galen.
Galen cleared his throat loudly before glaring at Dion. “Eyes on me.”
Dion smiled at Galen. “They’re beautiful, but I’m not interested in them. I promise.”
“You better not. I refuse to share you with anyone, and I’m serious about that.”
Dion would have teased Galen further if the cupid didn’t seem as if he was about to explode from an overflowing amount of jealousy and irritation. Dion reached for Galen’s hand and squeezed it gently. After a short moment, Galen appeared to relax, and he shot Dion a stiff smile. Dion grinned in return. After that, the tension between them lessened considerably, and Dion was able to enjoy the remainder of his date with Galen. By the time Galen brought him back to the front of the funeral home, a part of him wished that the magical date would never end.
“I had a wonderful time,” Dion said.
Dion was taken aback when Galen blushed.