Drago is in the middle of the driveway, holding the guard I passed earlier by the front of his shirt and shouting into the man’s face. He notices me as I come closer, and shoves the man away. The ambient light falls on his face, revealing every sharp line. His jaw is clenched, his nostrils flaring, as he glares at me through narrowed eyes. He looks ready to strangle me. I stay rooted to the spot as he approaches. His long but slow strides eat up the ground until his chest almost bumps my face.
“What the f**k are you doing outside in the middle of the night?” His voice is low and strangely steady. A calm before the storm.
I raise my hands and press them to his chest, then slowly glide my palms down across his rock-hard abs. When I’m done with the front of his torso, I trail my fingers u
