But this felt different. He’d never stayed the night at a man’s place. He’d never felt this comfortable with a man, especially after having sex.
God, that man knew how to fuck, no doubt about that. And even though Aiden had asked him to stay, Marc wondered if he’d really meant it. His stomach dropped. He had to get the hell out of here. It didn’t matter that he thought Aiden had said something about staying forever. That was just post-sex haze talking and he’d probably be irritated that Marc was still here this morning.
His future hung in the balance as it was, so he didn’t need to add this to his list of problems. And if Aiden really did care for him, it wasn’t fair of Marc to lead him on, not with the real possibility he’d be in Chicago in a couple of weeks, starting a new life.