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She’s changed out of her dress and is now wearing a pair of Rick’s joggers and a t-shirt that swamps her. She’s tied the t-shirt in a knot at the side, and a small sliver of her toned stomach is visible, and one shoulder is bare as it hangs off her. Fuck. I hang onto the punch bag, keeping my body turned away so she can’t see how turned on I am. I’m not sure I’m doing a good job as her eyes glint with mischief and desire.
“Sure. No holds barred.” My body lights up at the thought of tussling with her, but I shove it down as I push off the bag. I stalk towards her, locked onto to those forest green eyes of hers. “You think you can handle me, Firefly?” I say as I reach her, standing over her small frame.
“You bet your arse I can. You know, you should never judge the strength of a person based on their size, Seb.” She spins away from me, walking towards a shelf at the back of the room that holds sparring gloves. Grabbing two pairs, she walks back to me, shoving a pair into my chest. “Lets’ go, hot shot.”
I arch a brow at her as she begins to pull the gloves on. They’re a little on the large side, but she doesn’t seem perturbed. Once we are both gloved-up, we move to the ring.
Stepping in under the rope, I lay down some rules. “Nothing below the waist and no head shots. Don’t want to ruin that pretty face of yours, Firefly.” She nods, shrugging indifferently before stepping forward to touch gloves in the middle of the ring. I shout out ‘fight’ and immediately the air leaves my lungs in a whoosh as she lands a punch straight to my solar plexus.
Damn. As I slowly get air back into my lungs, I look up to see her bouncing on the balls of her feet, side to side like some pro boxer. The smart smirk on her face tells me I have grossly underestimated her.
“Okay, I see how it is.”
And we fight.
We go at each other hard, and Jamie doesn’t hold anything back. She lands several punches to my kidneys that’ll have me pissing blood, and despite the ‘no head shot’ rule, she lands a solid right hook that shakes my jaw. I can feel her anger and frustration in every hit.
I shake my head to clear the fog from her hit, and then I yank the gloves from my hands, throwing them to the mat. My chest heaves with the exertion from our sparring, and I take a step towards her, and she takes one back.
Before she can take another step, my hand swipes out, snatching her wrist and pulling her towards me.
