Capítulo 102: A hard guy to say no to

Ivo scratched the back of his head with a sigh. Vice had clearly taken the photo not long after he'd returned to bed last night, judging by the lighting.

He met Davi's eyes with a shrug. "Ah, well."

Moments later a pair of arms wrapped around his waist, and Vice hooked his chin over his shoulder.

"What's going on here?" he muttered the words sleepily against Ivo's neck, putting on a show for Davi's benefit.

"You tell me." Ivo turned to face Vice, nose brushing against his warm cheek. "You're the one who messaged him."

Vice chuckled and let go of Ivo. "Oh, yeah, I did that."

Davi's charming glare remained in place. Annoyance really was a good look on him. Ivo was partial to his rare smiles, but he wasn't above admiring his vast array of frowns and glares.

"Get dressed, and let's go," he told Ivo.

"Why? Did something happen?"

Davi didn't answer him, but a muscle jumped in his jaw. A sign of fraying patience.