AIDEN'S POV.The room spun gently when I sat on the edge of Marcus's bed. My head was light, my limbs heavy, my chest tight. I could still feel the remnants of last night, the warmth in my skin, the ache between my legs, the faint sting of guilt pressing down on me from the side I didn't want to think about. I was too aware of myself, of the way I'd left Devin alone, of the way I'd lied, of the choices I'd made. My hands rested limply on my knees, fingers trembling slightly, and I couldn't stop the shallow breaths.Marcus was across the room, leaning against the wall with one hand in his pocket, the other holding the bottle he'd opened earlier. He didn't look at me immediately. He didn't need to. I could feel his eyes like a weight pressing into my spine, making me straighten slightly, heart hammering in my chest. He waited, calm and patient, knowing just how to make me squirm without touching me.“You’re here,” he said finally. His voice was low, controlled, but there was just a hint
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