Chapter 25 (b)

“I’m tired! Like uncle Marcus!” Adam panted, flopping on a bench. His eyes squeezed shut as he took deep breaths while fanning his face which was sweat-stained. His t-shirt was wet, too, drenched in his perspiration after he played a lot.

Christian, too, joined Adam on the bench, sitting next to him. He put his arm on the headrest of the bench as the tight muscles flexed, visible because the sleeves of his white shirt were rolled up to his elbows.

He sighed, looking up at the sky before he turned to stare at Adam.

“The sun is setting. Is your house near here?” He asked, turning his torso to face Adam. Behind Adam, there was the bouquet that he bought for Hazel so he could give it to her. It lay there, all set and decorated like before.

And right beside that bench, there sat Marcus on another one, fanning himself while watching the beautiful sunset. He brought out that bouquet in case Christian needed it when he called him out of the AC car, but he had no idea that Christian invite