[Johan's POV]
"I slipped in the bathroom."
That was the alibi he gave the room attendant when they requested a change of bedsheets. The handcuffs had been temporarily removed from the bedpost, but it remained attached to his wrists, concealed by the long sleeves of Adrian's jacket.
Johan wondered which embarrassed him more; the knowing smile veiled within the lady's customer-service face, or Adrian's amused grin behind his fingers? With a blush on his face, Johan excused himself and trudged to the terrace.
He basked in the eleven o'clock sunlight, trying to get rid of the remaining shivers in his body. They stayed too long in the shower making out, with Adrian prepping him from behind.
Just thinking about it caused more blood to rush down his groin. His boner remained stiff beneath the fabric. Johan pulled the hem of the jacket down, the handcuffs jingling at his movement. He flushed.
