[Johan's POV]
Adrian's cream-colored room spoke to him with gentleness; blue-striped bed sheets, blue curtains, and a big closet beside a four-story shelf of anime collectibles every guy would want to have. Despite the few clothes strewn around, it didn't smell like a man-cave of pungent, dirty clothes.
Johan bit the inside of his cheek and directed his gaze to the small desk beside the window. The scent of Adrian's room assaulted him like an inviting citrus garden, overpowering the stench of blood still lingering in his nostrils. "Where's your towel?"
"It's in here." Adrian stepped away to grab a fresh blue towel from his closet, handed it to him, then went back to their original position. With a teasing caress of his thumb to his exposed hip, Adrian's lips leaned closer. "Han? Can I... Can I kiss you like, just a quick kiss?"
