Hours later, Marc slowly stirred. The warm, pliant body snuggled next to him moved slightly, so Marc pulled it closer. A lock of hair tickled his nose. Smiling, he nuzzled the elegant curve of a neck in front of him, tasted the salt on the skin, and let his c**k push gently between the round ass cheeks he was pressed against. After a few moments of wallowing in this sensory feast, Marc finally came awake enough to remember the events of last night.
Oh.
Gideon.
This was not a morning after—it was the aftermath of a tragedy.
Sighing, he carefully disengaged his limbs from Owen’s and, with regret, abandoned his temporary bedmate. Marc picked up his shoes and tiptoed out of the room.
He wondered if he should dig through Owen’s kitchen in search of coffee, but decided against it. With the
