“What?” Aaron asked, hand on the door.
“Are you ever going to let me see your flat?”
Aaron grinned, opening the door. “No.”
Lewis rolled his eyes, sighing as he watched Aaron go into his building. He looked up as Aaron’s lights turned on and watched his silhouette through the window, taking several long, deep breaths.
“I can do this,” he said, gripping his steering wheel. “I can get over it. Lots of people fancy their friends.” He groaned and rested his forehead on his hands. “Idiot.”
If Aaron would just tell him flat out that he wasn’t interested, Lewis could move on. He’d already asked him out once—already made Aaron think that he wanted to be his…sugar daddy. There was only so far that he was willing to go—only so far that would be considered appropriate before it became harassment
