[Johan's POV]
Ignoring Adrian on purpose only lasted him for three days, something Johan found deeply concerning, since it only occurred when he's grown attached to one person. In his defense, however, he was doing a magnificent job until he had breakfast and coffee—the one he poached from his grandfather's ancestral house the night before.
"You're so hot, Han," Adrian breathed against his neck. He had his back leaned on the wall, his forearm tucked beneath Johan's raised leg. "So hot."
Johan's body burned, and he moaned when a saliva-coated finger inserted into him. His blood seared like a molten lava coursing through his vein, wanting to break free. Not even the cold water pelting from the shower above could douse the heat spiraling within him.
"Let's move to bed," Adrian suggested after he slid the third finger, but Johan shook his head. "You might get sick if we stay here longer."
