You didn’t do anything wrong. I panicked.
Nothing like being truthful. Before he received an answer or could lose his nerve, he texted again.
Can you meet me for dinner?
No answer, so he slipped the phone in his pocket and headed in to work. He had only a few more days to give his boss an answer. He hoped he could figure things out by then.
* * * *
The day dragged by as Marc checked his phone every few minutes. Every time he saw that Aiden still hadn’t answered, his heart fell.
He’d completely fucked everything up and he knew it.
Maybe moving would give him a fresh start. He was so fucking confused.
About an hour after lunch, his phone vibrated and he slipped it from his pocket and read the message.
Aiden: Dinner sounds good. On one condition.
Marc shivered.
Marc: Yes?
Aiden: You. Don’t. Run.
Heat spread across his face.
Marc: I won’t.
Aiden: Where?