[Johan's POV]
"Have you calmed down, Jo?" Christy asked from her desk chair.
"N-No."
And that's an honest answer.
Johan didn't realize how livid he was until he felt the tremors of his muscles. The air-con in their department had been turned off. Yet he's still shivering, as if the body pressed against his back was Jack Frost.
In reality, it's just Adrian; propped against his desk, chin on his shoulder, fingers intertwined around his mid-section. With him pulled on his lap.
Through his hazy memory, he remembered pulling away from Adrian at the smoking area and snatching his things in Christy's hands. He plowed through the people, threw his things in his locker, and went straight inside the safety of their department.
