[Johan's POV]
He didn't feel like getting up. Johan shoved his face on the pillows and groaned, still unable to wrap his mind around the fact someone saw him having sex with Adrian. And that certain someone was Aaron, of all people. What's next? A random neighbor coming up to his doorstep asking if he happened to be outside in the rain having a threesome with two guys? Johan wanted to bury himself in the sand.
"Oi! Did you not come to work to laze around? Get your ass moving," Russell said, slapping his butt before wrenching the bedsheet covering his body. "You wouldn't want the German dick waiting, would you?"
"When will you start calling him by his name?" came Johan's muffled voice as he lay on his stomach. Russell had given Adrian plenty of nicknames, yet he still knew he was referring to him. "I'm tired. I don't want to go."
"Ha? What's gotten into you?"
