Raining spittle down on him
They kept researching their marks over the next few days, and Ivo kept trying to mould himself into the picture of a polite, competent professional in child rearing.
When he looked himself in the mirror he could at least make a convincing perfectly blank expression. He was certain he could keep it up even if D'Amico or his wife were screaming abuse and raining spittle down on him.
Davi told him so as well, but Ivo didn't fail to notice how he seemed to be avoiding him ever since that charged moment when the two of them were alone at the workstation.
Ivo was finding it increasingly harder to convince himself that he could keep his attraction to Davi under control. Sleeping next to him every night was becoming a challenge. Davi seemed to be feeling the same way, because he plastered himself to the wall so that they barely touched even in such a narrow bed.