93 Painful Pretension

[Johan's POV]

"You stink," Johan blurted out through the flimsy blanket. "You reek of cigarette smoke that it makes me feel more nauseous."

"Oh, sorry." Adrian sniffed himself, his nose scrunching like a cute puppy that made Johan smile. He parted the blinds in search of something and jumped out of the bed. "There it is."

Johan watched Adrian's silhouette with wary eyes. "What are you doing at Nurse Aaliyah's desk?"

"Alcohol," Adrian said after he emerged to his side holding a bottle of isopropyl alcohol. Grinning, he poured a generous amount to his palm and wiped it on his clothes, neck, and he could have taken a bath using the alcohol. "Sorry about that, Han. Do I still smell?"

How can he even resist that silly smile that made his heart flutter? Johan shook his head but kept the blanket close to the bruises Alden's lips left on his skin. His own smile fell.