[Johan's POV]
"Adrian?"
"Yes, Han?"
"Diego asked me on a date," Johan said as he swabbed the wet wipes across his stomach. Hesitation made him pause when Adrian creased his dismayed eyebrows. Discussing the date may not be the best time after a hot sexual play, but he needed to let the other know his plans. Johan pushed the lump forming in his throat. "I'm going."
Taking the soiled wipes in his hand, Adrian shook his head and strode to the small trashcan beside his desk. "Han. No."
"But I need to know what he's cooking up his sleeves." He needed to keep a potential enemy close. That's what his uncle taught him. "It's not like I'm seeing him out of romantic interest."
"Just ignore him and he'll stop." Adrian climbed back to bed and claimed the spot to his left. "He's just asking for attention."
"But Adrian—"
"No. Okay? You're not going." Raising an arm, Adrian beckoned him to scoot over. "Come here."
