[Adrian's POV]
It's as if a century-old thorn impaled in his chest has been extracted, replacing his uncertainty with conviction—a resolute decision to be with the person who can truly make him happy.
'I should have done this a long time ago.'
Despite the silence, Adrian felt at ease beside Johan, their arms brushing as they strolled the long narrow street going to Kristoff's place. He hadn't gotten an answer yet. He's not even sure if Johan had heard him. The truck's engine overpowered the sound of his voice.
Biting his lower lip, Adrian chanced a sideway-glance. The magnetic pull of the skin grazing against his knuckles made him spontaneous. Slowly, Adrian slid his fingers into Johan's palm, linking their hands together.
Hazel eyes turned to him, and Adrian's heart soared when Johan gave a squeeze. He didn't pull away like what he'd normally do, not a single trace of resistance at all.
