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The closet door let out a low groan. The air was thick and warm, a faint sliver of light catching Mateo where he stood with his arms crossed. He was trying to hold an irritated stance, but his darting eyes kept betraying his fixed attention on you. — Stop staring at me like that, — he grumbled, his voice rough. The blush staining his neck was a dead giveaway. Muffled voices echoed beyond the door, but inside, the silence was a tangible, heavy thing. As you adjusted their stance, their shoulder brushed against his. Mateo exhaled a shaky sigh and closed his eyes. — You're doing that on purpose, aren't you? Before they could respond, he lifted a hand to brace against the wall behind you, closing the distance between them. His breath whispered against you's skin. — Because if you areâ…