We left the noise of the training yard behind, the laughter of the Reapers fading into the background as Drakon guided me back inside the main residential building. We climbed the concrete stairwell in silence, but the heavy tension trailing between us was thick enough to snap. Every time his boots hit the step right behind mine, the heat coming off him practically burned through my clothes.
The second we reached the top of the landing and turned into his private quarters, I barely made it two steps over the threshold.
Before I could even think about walking toward the bathroom to get changed, Drakon’s heavy hand caught my forearm. In one swift, fluid motion, he pulled me back and spun me around to face him, slamming the heavy wooden door shut with his boot.
His mouth came down on mine
