ground on my belly, making
sure my clothes don’t get dirty by placing a blanket underneath. When Evie’s
still in her classes, I like to spend my time reading and pining over boys I
will never have. Gotta do something.
Besides, I don’t have Brody to hang out
with anymore.
Even if he wanted to, I’m done with him.
I’ve been forcing myself not to think about
him since yesterday. He doesn’t deserve it, and it would only make me cry. I
don’t want to cry over something so pathetic.
I should just forget about him.
Suddenly, a shadow is cast over the pages
of my novel. The sun is blocked by something … or someone.
As I peer up with furrowed brows, I see
it’s Hunter, and my annoyed look turns into a cheerful smile.
My eyes light up the moment I see him. He’s
towering above me, wearing ragged pants and a flimsy tank top, which barely
covers his broad chest. I gulp at the sight, especially because his black
jacket makes him look so tough.
He’s like a motorcycle rider, only he
isn’t. He just looks like one.
Hunter goes to his knees and snatches away
my book.
“Hey!” I snap. “I was reading that.”
“Yeah, ‘was.’ And now you’re not.” He holds
out his other hand. “Get up.”
I grab his hand, and the moment my fingers
touch his it sends electrical shocks through my entire body. He’s so strong, he
can lift me in one go without my help. My boobs bounce from the way he jerks me
up, and I see his eyes flick to them for only a fraction of a second.
I gulp, and a flush spreads across my face
as I pull my shirt up higher.
“What’s this for?” I say.
“Time for some training.” He leans forward,
grabs the blanket, and folds it up.
“What, now?”
“Yes, now. My classes are finished, and by
the looks of it so are yours. We don’t have much time, so let’s make the best
use of it.”
“B-but I have to study and―”
“But, but, but,” he mocks, making a pouty
face. “If you wanna learn how to defend yourself, you gotta put in the effort.”
I frown. “I was busy. You think I’m just
going to adjust to your schedule?”
“You can read a book anytime you want. I
can’t do this with you anytime I want. If I could, I would, trust me,” he
grunts with a thick voice that makes me shiver.
My pupils dilate when he says that, and my
core heats up. Damn, why does he always do those things? And why do I find it
so goddamn attractive?
He steps back a little, putting on a cocky
smile as he throws my … his book in the grass. Then he throws the blanket on
top of it. Grinning, he takes off his jacket. The lines of his muscles show
clearly through the thin fabric of his tank top, and my heart is already
beating in my throat just seeing it. His biceps bulge and for a second I think
he’s flexing them.
“C’mon,” he says, rubbing his hands
together. “I’m ready for you.”
One of my eyebrows lifts up. “What? In
these clothes? I’m not dressed for sparring.”
He snorts. “You won’t be dressed for it
when they attack you again either. Now c’mon.” He signals to me with his
fingers, lifting his eyebrow only a little to taunt me.
I take a deep breath and place my hands on
my waist. He’s gawking at me from a distance, bending through his knees like a
professional wrestler. If the look on his face wasn’t so goddamn sexy, I
would’ve shaken my head and walked away, but I can’t.
For some reason I’d love nothing more than
to tussle with him.
“Well? Are you going to come at me or
what?” he says.
Swallowing, I fling my arms and legs to
shake some life into them after sitting for so long. I take a deep breath and a
good look at him. His tan muscles are already primed, ready to go. He looks
like a football player waiting for the ball to be thrown into his hands so he
can race off.
“Don’t make me wait … I hate it when girls
make me wait.”
I chuckle. “Oh, really? What then? Are you
going to kick a wall again or something?”
He muffles a low laugh.
sure my clothes don’t get dirty by placing a blanket underneath. When Evie’s
still in her classes, I like to spend my time reading and pining over boys I
will never have. Gotta do something.
Besides, I don’t have Brody to hang out
with anymore.
Even if he wanted to, I’m done with him.
I’ve been forcing myself not to think about
him since yesterday. He doesn’t deserve it, and it would only make me cry. I
don’t want to cry over something so pathetic.
I should just forget about him.
Suddenly, a shadow is cast over the pages
of my novel. The sun is blocked by something … or someone.
As I peer up with furrowed brows, I see
it’s Hunter, and my annoyed look turns into a cheerful smile.
My eyes light up the moment I see him. He’s
towering above me, wearing ragged pants and a flimsy tank top, which barely
covers his broad chest. I gulp at the sight, especially because his black
jacket makes him look so tough.
He’s like a motorcycle rider, only he
isn’t. He just looks like one.
Hunter goes to his knees and snatches away
my book.
“Hey!” I snap. “I was reading that.”
“Yeah, ‘was.’ And now you’re not.” He holds
out his other hand. “Get up.”
I grab his hand, and the moment my fingers
touch his it sends electrical shocks through my entire body. He’s so strong, he
can lift me in one go without my help. My boobs bounce from the way he jerks me
up, and I see his eyes flick to them for only a fraction of a second.
I gulp, and a flush spreads across my face
as I pull my shirt up higher.
“What’s this for?” I say.
“Time for some training.” He leans forward,
grabs the blanket, and folds it up.
“What, now?”
“Yes, now. My classes are finished, and by
the looks of it so are yours. We don’t have much time, so let’s make the best
use of it.”
“B-but I have to study and―”
“But, but, but,” he mocks, making a pouty
face. “If you wanna learn how to defend yourself, you gotta put in the effort.”
I frown. “I was busy. You think I’m just
going to adjust to your schedule?”
“You can read a book anytime you want. I
can’t do this with you anytime I want. If I could, I would, trust me,” he
grunts with a thick voice that makes me shiver.
My pupils dilate when he says that, and my
core heats up. Damn, why does he always do those things? And why do I find it
so goddamn attractive?
He steps back a little, putting on a cocky
smile as he throws my … his book in the grass. Then he throws the blanket on
top of it. Grinning, he takes off his jacket. The lines of his muscles show
clearly through the thin fabric of his tank top, and my heart is already
beating in my throat just seeing it. His biceps bulge and for a second I think
he’s flexing them.
“C’mon,” he says, rubbing his hands
together. “I’m ready for you.”
One of my eyebrows lifts up. “What? In
these clothes? I’m not dressed for sparring.”
He snorts. “You won’t be dressed for it
when they attack you again either. Now c’mon.” He signals to me with his
fingers, lifting his eyebrow only a little to taunt me.
I take a deep breath and place my hands on
my waist. He’s gawking at me from a distance, bending through his knees like a
professional wrestler. If the look on his face wasn’t so goddamn sexy, I
would’ve shaken my head and walked away, but I can’t.
For some reason I’d love nothing more than
to tussle with him.
“Well? Are you going to come at me or
what?” he says.
Swallowing, I fling my arms and legs to
shake some life into them after sitting for so long. I take a deep breath and a
good look at him. His tan muscles are already primed, ready to go. He looks
like a football player waiting for the ball to be thrown into his hands so he
can race off.
“Don’t make me wait … I hate it when girls
make me wait.”
I chuckle. “Oh, really? What then? Are you
going to kick a wall again or something?”
He muffles a low laugh.
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