Your P.O.V.
Fuck you, room service!
Letting out a frustrated sigh for the sudden absence of Johan's touch and those oh-so-godly lips of his, you sat up on the couch once again, fixing your hair, and shirt. You bit your bottom lip, still remembering the ride of emotions that Johan's lightest touch and stroke of his hand on your stomach made you feel.
"I a-am very sorry to disturb you, sir, but your stuff just arrived." it was an unfamiliar voice that held a certain dose of anxiety so you assumed it must have been a new employer.
There was a moment of silence, and soon you heard Johan answering to the man "You must be mistaken. Our stuff are already here. Perhaps you made a mistake and thought our room was 206? The new guest arrived on the other side of the hallway."
For a moment you slightly tensed, and looked over your shoulder. Even though blonde's expression was neutral, and that serene smile plastered over his face like a mask that he wore so often to the world around him, there was just that something in his voice that made you tada bit anxious deep inside. However, you quickly dismissed that thought.
The young service guy quickly looked at his paper, and his eyes widened just slightly. He apologized to the blonde in front of him in a quick and rushed manner "I-I'm very sorry, sir! My mistake! My deepest apologizes."
The blonde did not answer anything but his gaze on the clumsy newbie was long, and it seemed like he was deep into his own little world. Feeling a bit worried for Johan, you approached him as soon as the door was closed once again. You placed your hand on his shoulder with a worried look on your face "What's wrong?"
The little world his mind was in immediately shattered, and another smile crossed his voice as soon as you spoke, his eyes focused on you "Ah, please, excuse me, my dear. I have something to do."
For a moment, you were confused by the sudden change of his behaviour but you knew that Johan was a busy person so you just assumed he had something very urgent to do if it meant leaving you so suddenly.
"It's fine." a small smile crossed your face as you watched Johan left the room.
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Will his idea work? And why the Hell did I forget to ask Johan for the name of that library? What's taking him so long?! He's out for 2 hours already!
You lifted up yourself from the soft blanket on your bed, your eyes mindlessly focused on the pattern of the soft fabric.
If that man hadn't interputted us...would Johan and I have gone... further?
Would we do 'the thing'?
Your heart started beating just a little faster, your mind going crazy from that idea as you bit your bottom lip. You knew very well that Johan could be odd, if that could even be described, when it came to showing physical part of affection. He was never the one to kiss you first, hug you first or do anything that implied physical attachment or rather any form of dependence on another human being.
It was like some kind of an unwritten rule that Johan would never imply that he wanted your touch, your kiss or anything that could potentially show his inner desires. Oh no, all of that was fully in your power.
But that was not the thing that confused you. Sure, you enjoyed his touch, his each kiss but you weren't clingy type of person when it came to psychical part of relationship either.
It was actually the fact what he did to you when you broke that little rule of his each time, unintentionally or on purpose, and how, or at last that what it seemed to you, the young man would completely start losing his usual calmness, and slowly started to unleash all of his inner wishes on you.
You knew Johan would never do anything that physically might hurt you or something that you might not be ready or didn't wish for but the lust, the tenderness that his icy blue showed you each time...
It was like a child with diabetes staring at the chocolate that would hurt them.
Running your hand through your hair, you let out a deep sigh, your mind drifting to another train of thoughts.
Will his idea truly work? And if so, what will I remember? Will those memories finally clean this whole mess of my life...
Will I finally be satisfied?
And once everything is settled and cleared...
What next?
What am I supposed to do then?
"One step at the time, I guess." you told yourself, stood up, and went out of your room. You started going towards kitchen because you were thirsty, but stopped as soon as you realized that Johan's bedroom was not closed.
That's weird. I swear his room was closed.
Perhaps he had gotten back without you hearing him?
It could be just wind, though. It was very windy outside, and one of the windows was opened a little bit.
However, knowing that you needed to ask Johan about the name of the library either way, you decided to check in. Approaching the door, you slowly opened the door fully, allowing yourself to enter.
"Johan? Are you back? I have something to-" but as soon as your eyes spotted the young man inside his room with nothing more but a towel around his lower part of the body, your eyes widened, and your cheeks reddened like never before. Of course, you couldn't help yourself but let yourself stare for a moment at his naked upper part of a body, droplets of water slowly sliding from his went gold locks down his handsome body.
The realization of the current situation finally hit your mind, and you immediately apologized yourself, not allowing him to answer you at all, and quickly closed the door after you. You knew it was rude to leave just like that, but you had to calm your heart which you thought that would jump out of your chest. You ran back to your room as soon as possible, taking deep breaths as the vivid memory continued to float your mind.
I swear...that sight makes me feel like a horny teenager.
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