Chapitre 191: Idols for the non-believers

Vice had told himself he wasn't going to answer the door, but Davi's annoyed declaration that Ivo was there and wanted to see him got the best of him.

Except now Ivo was crawling towards him, and instead of being sexy it was terrifying, because he was sure that the Ivo he knew, the Ivo he loved, would have never done something like that -- not without some dirty joke, or without calling him names.

He would never mindlessly obey and just do as he was told.

"Stop! Stop, get up," Davi said, sounding as disturbed as Vice felt. Beyond the downwards swoop of his eyebrows, Davi's expression was inscrutable as ever, but Vice could read him like an open comm.

He was terrified.

Ivo got up to his feet with a smile; but without a quick joke or a smirk that might reassure them he was just playing.