"Forget I said that," Marco muttered, coughing lightly before disappearing into the shower.
As Rafael stepped out of Marco's room, he finally breathed properly, realizing just how tense he had been. If he had stayed any longer in that enclosed space with Marco, he might have lost the little self-control he had left.
Bathing together? He had wanted to jump at the opportunity, but his self-control kept him rooted to the floor, even as he cursed himself for it. He guessed that the mafia lord had also realized how inappropriate the suggestion was, which was why he had quickly taken it back.
But why had Marco even asked? And why was Rafael cautioning himself so much? he wondered.
It certainly wasn't because he had uncovered any secrets about Marco. The way Marco had behaved the previous night, it was as though he was trying to protect someone or something—almost as if he were trying to stop something from happening. But what could it be?
