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After retrieving the paper, Rafael walked back to stand in front of Marco, who had already let his attention wander. It was clear Marco's focus had shifted from Rafael's face to somewhere much lower.
Rafael sighed, lifting the letter and waving it in front of Marco's face, deliberately blocking his view. "Take a look at this instead."
Marco's lips curved into a smirk, his eyes drifting reluctantly to the paper. "And please, stop ogling me, pervert," Rafael added, his voice thick with playful frustration, a blush creeping up his neck.
Despite the blush, Rafael had to admit, at least to himself, that he was growing accustomed to being naked around Marco after three full days of constant intimacy.
The deal with Thierry had gone far smoother than Rafael anticipated. Thierry had wasted no time in signing the contract the moment he returned home, and Marco had acted just as swiftly.