“You okay?” I asked Vlado. He’d spent the last few minutes staring at a spot on the floor in front of him with a blank look on his face. He shook his head, then glanced up. “Yeah. Fine. I’m just…” “Having a bit of a sexual crisis?” I chuckled at his gobsmacked expression. He scrubbed a hand through his dark hair. “Little bit. I never realized the stuff I like on women could look that good on a man. Or at least on a man who looks like him.”
