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“Yes.” He nods, smiling.

“Sounds brutal.”

“The fighters are well trained. Train every day. And they fight once a week. But most professional boxers retire early.”

I nod in understanding. Basically, they get the shit kicked out of them on the regular, so their bodies are fucked up at a young age.

Sounds fun.

“Okay, so where was I? Oh, yes, next there is Te, which involves kicking. That’s one of the most used fight actions in Muay Thai. Also, Thip, which is a foot-thrust, and Chap Kho, which is clinch and neck-wrestling.”

“So, basically, they just get in the ring and beat the hell out of each other?”

“Yes.” He chuckles. “But it is also an art form. Very entertaining to watch. You will like it.”

“I’m sure I will.”

The waitress comes over with our drinks.

I glance at Morgan, and she meets my eyes with a smile.

“Oh, the first fight is about to begin.” Niran claps his hands.

I watch as two pint-sized guys get into the ring.

“So, who are we cheering for?” I ask Niran.

“Sot Ponlid. He is the one on the right.”

“He is our favorite boxer,” Noon tells me.

“Okay. So…go Sot.” I give an encouraging fist pump.

Morgan laughs at me. “You’re such a dork.”

“No. I’m badass. We’ve already talked about this.”

I grin at her, and she laughs again. My whole body warms. But not in a sexual way. I don’t know how to describe it. All I do know is, I’ve discovered that I love making her laugh.

Morgan’s laughter is awesome. She laughs without abandon, and the sound is contagious.

Making her laugh is my new favorite thing to do.

But I’m sure, when I get her flat on her back and under me, a whole host of other things will become my new favorite things to do to Morgan.

Niran and Noon have just dropped us off back at our hotel, and Morgan and I are walking through the gardens, toward our bungalows.

We’re going to meet with Niran tomorrow morning at the factory to sign some papers, and then we’ll have the rest of the day free before we fly home the next morning.

“You fancy a beer?” I ask Morgan as we near our bungalows. “I have some in the fridge in my room.”

Honestly, I’m just thinking up ways to spend a little more time with her. I’m not ready for the night to be over just yet.

“Sure.” She smiles. “You mind if I just grab a shower first though? I want to wash the smoke out of my hair.”

I’m tempted to ask if she wants me to join her. But I don’t.

Slow. Slow, Cross.