We walked down the corridor in silence, the heavy thud of Drakon’s boots echoing alongside the soft click of my shoes. His hand remained planted firmly against the small of my back, his thumb rubbing through the fabric of my top. The subtle ownership in his touch made a lingering warmth coil in my stomach, a persistent reminder of what we'd just done on his desk.
As we reached the top of the concrete stairs leading down to the lower level, I slowed my pace slightly and looked up at him. "Are there any girls in the crew I have to worry about?"
Drakon stopped in his tracks, looking down at me with a single raised eyebrow.
"I mean," I continued, offering a faint, playful shrug, "have you slept with anyone that's going to get jealous if they see us together? I’d like to know if I need to ke
