"What the hell, Matthew!" Rafael's face scrunched up in disbelief as Matthew stood in front of him, a smug expression plastered across his face.
"I'm sorry, Raf," Matthew drawled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "But I thought I could wait until you're done with my uncle, but seeing your thin waist and plump ass walking around..." His voice trailed off, leaving Rafael's disgust to linger in the air.
Rafael glared at him, his face contorting in repulsion as he shook his head, utterly annoyed by Matthew's crude words. But noticing the intensity of Rafael's look, Matthew's expression shifted abruptly. He ran a hand through his hair, his tongue sweeping across his lips as he backpedaled, attempting to salvage the moment.
