Florian had fully expected Heinz to brush him off as usual, especially after their earlier argument. Well, it wasn't exactly an argument—more like Florian getting on Heinz's nerves while the other remained as unbothered as ever.
Now, he sat there, painfully aware of the heat pooling in his lower abdomen, cursing his own subconscious for planting such vivid images of Heinz in his dreams.
His body felt hypersensitive. Every creak of the old house echoed louder than it should. The rough texture of the scattered hay scratched against his exposed skin, and even the soft, rhythmic rise and fall of Azure's small body atop his knees sent shivers down his spine. He hugged his knees closer, desperate to hide the humiliating evidence pressing against his pants.
'Ah. This is a first. I have to think of bad things. Bad things.'
