Florian was barely able to sleep a wink that night.
Julian Haas was there, in Maximillian's house.
No, to be exact, Julian Haas lived in Maximillian's house.
How?
He and Maximillian dated for five years and the topic of moving in together did not even slip past their lips. Sure, Florian was very young back then, but so was Julian! He did not look older than twenty-five!
Florian buried his face in the pillow, a muffled groan escaping his lips as frustration coiled tight within him.
He didn't know that Maximillian and Julian were staying together.
If he knew, he wouldn't insist on staying with Maximillian.
This was so embarrassing...
In the morning, unless Maximillian had to leave early for work, he usually took Julian with him in his hover car and dropped his beloved off at the Institute.
At almost the same time, a car came to pick Florian up and took him to the elementary school.
