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“Maybe you lost your fighting skills,” he tells him.
“Fuck off, Preston,” says Tim, taking a sip from his water bottle.
“What? Because you think you can do better than him?” I ask, my patience wearing thin.
He glances at me with a smirk. Ugh, that smirk. I’ve always been a sucker for it.
No, he is an arsehole. He broke your heart.
“Yeah, I think I can do better. Afraid I’ll kick your arse? Promise, I’ll go gentle on you.” Damn him and his arrogance.
“Alright then, let’s see what you’ve got. But don’t go cry to Daddy because you got hurt.”
“Okayyy, I think that’s my cue to leave. I have shit to do. Please don’t kill each other. No one’s left to clean up the blood,” Scott says, gesturing towards the room. And, indeed, the dojo is completely empty now, with the exception of us.
“Aye, I have to go as well. Be good, princess,” Tim adds, kissing the top of my head.
I swear I can see steam coming out of Aidan’s nostrils at the mention of Tim’s nickname for me. As I settle into position, I can feel the anger burning in my chest, ready to be unleashed.
“Ready?” I ask once everyone leaves.
“Tink. You don’t know how ready I am.”
And with that, I strike. Going for his abdomen first, I launch my leg right in the middle. He tries to grab my leg, but I’m faster. I recover and go straight for his upper arm, but he blocks me.
“I’ve got to say, you got it in you. This anger of yours makes you beautiful,” he says, out of breath.
“You have no clue how angry I am,” I spit out.
“I don’t?” he asks, raising his eyebrow before launching himself at me and tackling me to the floor.
I’m completely stuck beneath him.
“No, you don’t,” I snarl. I try to escape through the side, but he doesn't budge. Ugh. “You hurt me. I have eight years of resentment towards you.”
“Sometimes things are not what they seem to be,” he says before releasing me, presenting his hand to help me stand up. I ignore him.
What the fuck does that mean?
“Are they not?” My laugh is hysterical. “Because I know what I saw.”
Something passes in his eyes. Regret? Hurt?
“As I said, sometimes things are not what they seem to be. It’s more complicated than you realise.” He sighs. “Are we going to chit-chat, or do you intend to lash out your anger at me, Tink?”
I put myself back into position, my two hands in front of me, when I notice the smile on his handsome stupid face. Arsehole.
We go back and forth without anyone having the upper hand. We’re both breathing loudly. I step forward, always keeping my two feet steady, but he’s faster this time. He grabs my arm and brings it to my back. I’m completely stuck as he presses his body against mine, whispering in my ear.
“I think you’re stuck, Tink. Better give up now.” My breathing is shallow. And his breath on my neck makes me remember what it was like to be beneath him.
Nope, this is not the time to be aroused by him.
Keeping that in mind, I free myself, rotating to the other side, and apply the same movement I used to bring Tim to his knees.
It doesn’t work. What the fuck. It should have worked.
“Nice try, princess. But that won’t work on me.”
