A sharp, loud knock.
I’m so startled by the sound and the thought of anything invading the moment that I drop the ice pack I’d been holding in my hand. It crashes to the floor just as the door opens and Dmitri steps back as if violently yanked out of a daze.
I swallow, eyes immediately going to the person that’d entered.
He’s tall and heavily built; like he could crush a baby’s skull with his biceps that were attempting to rip through the blazer jacket he’s wearing. His dark skin gleams, his face clean-shaven with only a ridiculous moustache slashed across the space above his upper lip.
“Did I interrupt something?” He asks with the voice of an army commander –matching his military haircut, and with the full knowledge that he did interrupt something.
Dmitri sighs heavily, massaging his
