Stavanger Bay but i got one condition

The stranger turned toward him, bronze eyes assessing. Caracal felt his flesh prickling beneath his red fur in a full-body blush. He knew by now he had a type when it came to men—tall, dark and handsome—but he had never found someone this impossibly attractive. From the cut of his chiseled jaw to the cape of paler fur streaking his broad shoulders to the flash of red fur on his tail, he was more beautiful than most women he’d seen.

And then he spoke. Caracal swooned inwardly, though he tried very hard to control his expression. First of all, many males didn’t like that kind of attention from a fellow man. Secondly, they hadn’t even exchanged names. Thirdly, Caracal had a girlfriend. He needed to watch himself.

I’m, he said, faintly at first but clearing his throat and raising his voice, alright. But it’s Caracal, not… whatever you just said, he added, unable to resist a cheeky wink.