[Johan's POV]
"What?"
"What?"
Russell's lips curled into a smirk. "You are staring."
Johan looked away and pulled his knees close to his chest, cheeks aflame. They were in his room with Russell sprawled on the bed, shirtless. The kiss they shared kept playing over and over in his mind, like a pirated CD put on rewind. How no one came in to check on them was a mystery.
Or maybe it was pure luck. The kiss didn't last a minute, anyway.
His phone on top of the pillow chimed. There's another message from Raymond, but Johan ignored it. When it rang, Russell grabbed his phone, cancelled the call, then turned it off.
"Are you still not going to tell me what happened? You can't just bottle it up, you know? You might explode again."
"He's got a girlfriend. That's all."
