Declan's POV
Marcus had been waiting for the right moment for two months, and he picked a Tuesday after practice when everyone else had cleared out.
I knew it was coming. I had known it was coming for a while actually, because Marcus was patient in the way that people were patient when they had already decided something and were just waiting for the conditions to be right.
He had been watching me since last week with those quiet eyes of his that didn't miss much, and I had been watching him watch me, and we had both been pretending neither of those things were happening.
The locker room was empty. I was pulling my jersey off when he sat down on the bench across from mine and didn't move toward his locker.
I looked at him.
"Talk," he said.
"About what?"
"Declan."
I dropped
