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I understand that more than she knows.?
“My mom needs a new kitchen table.”?
Emerson turns toward me, a look of concern on her face. “Oh, what happened? Colton didn’t say anything about it.”?
“Whathasn’thappened on that table?” I glance at her as realization takes over her features.??
“It just holds so much bad… and the other morning after you left.” I pause, taking a deep breath as I remember the look on my mom’s face.?
“I came out to the kitchen to my mom listening to ‘Easy Like Sunday Morning’… her pick-me-up song. She was smiling until she turned around to sit the food on the table. I watched her rub her thumb over her chin where she has a small scar from the time he threw her onto the table. So right then and there, I knew it—”??
“It had to go,” she finishes my sentence.?
“Yep, and the little money I make doing side work with Ford and Greyson wasn’t going to cut it for this, so The Underground sounded like the easiest option.”?
My foot holds the brake as we hit another red light, coming back into Richmond Valley.
Emerson puts her left fist gently to my chin. “I knew you had a good reason for doing it.”?
“Thank you.” ?My stomach flutters at her admission and the unconditional faith she has in me.
“Wanna have a bonfire tonight?” she asks with a mischievous smile on her face as her fisted hand relaxes, and she lets her open palm rest against the side of my cheek for a beat.?
“Fuck yeah… as long as I can light the flame.”?
Even though her touch felt like she already struck the match.
Seven
November
Focus, Nox. Focus.?
I can’t stop imagining running my lips over her defined collarbone.?
Could the strap on her sports bra get any thinner??
“You always surprise me with how quickly you can throw a right punch,” Sierra, the other female fighter Emerson is training with, praises her as they say their goodbyes.?
“Well, I have this guy to thank for that.” She nods back to where I am standing, examining her techniques…not her body.??
Even though my deprived cock can’t seem to get that memo.??
Emerson grabs her water bottle, squeezing it with her right hand. I stare, unable to look away. Her plush lips parted, water streaming in, and her slender throat bobbing as she swallows.?
Fuck. Me.??
I turn around, pretending to need my own hydration so I can adjust my hardening cock in my pants.??
“Everyone thinks being left-handed is your secret weapon, but using your right hand will be. The person you are fighting will be so focused on your left that they won’t see the right coming,”?Emerson says in a deep voice. It’s something I told her a few years back when she first decided she wanted to truly learn to fight and not just take out her anger on everything she could get her hands on.??
“Is that the best impersonation you’ve got?”??
She laughs and puffs out her chest. “I’m Lennox Monroe, and I like to pretend I’m a fucking asshole, when really, I’m a softy.”??
Emerson playfully moves to tip my water bottle up, but I see it coming and grab her wrist.?
“Tsk tsk.” I smirk, pulling her closer. “And trust me, there is nothing soft about me, Sonny.”?
