[Johan's POV]
Despite Alden's earlier warning, Johan's hand shot up to the naked chest at the sudden knock on the door, pushing Alden away. It took him an immense effort to resist the temptation of gliding his fingers to the muscular back and down to Alden's rear side.
"I don't know if you're lucky or what," Alden whispered before he pulled himself and plopped back down to the couch. He threw Johan a sardonic smirk. "But I guess that depends on who your visitor was."
Grunting, Johan hooked the damped towel to his forearm to hide the erection unwilling to calm down, and checked who's outside through the door hole. "Granny Martha?"
"Good day, Johan dear. Are you busy today?" The elderly woman smiled at him after he opened the door. His landlady usually left him alone unless there's an urgent matter they need to discuss, like his electric and water bills, or his cat.
