"It's been three days since we returned from France…" a soft, soothing voice narrated but was cut off by a shrill, loud voice.
"And you decide to just come visit me now?!" Louis exclaimed, jealousy coursing through his eyes.
"No… it's just that… it's not like…" Rafael tried to defend himself, but he only ended up blushing as his hands clamped together, sweat beading on them.
"Yes, you weren't able to come earlier to see me because you were busy being wrapped in the sheets with Marco…" Louis said, his words carrying biting sarcasm.
"Well… it's not like you weren't also having yours…" Rafael muttered softly, a hint of mischief in his tone.
"I wasn't doing anything with Patrick!" Louis's voice shot back, a mix of defensiveness and denial causing his volume to rise, his cheeks flushed.