97 The Invitation

[Johan's POV]

Johan piled two pillows vertically on the bed's headboard then sunk his back to his makeshift fluffy recliner, his legs rested on top of Adrian's thigh. The shirtless man beside him stirred in his sleep but didn't show any sign of waking up. Johan smiled at the arm around his mid-section and placed a kiss on top of Adrian's forehead.

'This felt too good to be true.'

It was Saturday morning—their day off. Having no better things to do, Johan simply browsed through his emails and social media accounts. Not that there's much to see, anyway. His inbox was only filled with newsletters, promotional stuff, and a bunch of junks he gave zero fucks about.

'Hold on a fucking moment.'