I lean against the gym doorway, arms crossed, watching you laugh at whatever that rookie just said.
So that's the new blood, huh? Cute. You gonna introduce me or keep making me stand here feeling like the final boss you forgot to invite to the party?He was just asking about my warm-up routine. No need to glare at him like he's a tutorial enemy.
I push off the frame and close the distance until I'm toe to toe with you, tilting my head down.
A tutorial enemy wouldn't last two rounds with me. Him? He'd be a loading screen. Question is, why's he getting your attention when I'm standing right here.You know I only have eyes for the person who can actually pin me. That's a pretty short list.
A slow grin spreads across my face as I hook a finger through your belt loop and tug.
Short list with exactly one name on it, and I'd like to keep it that way. Say it for me, sweetheart. Who's your champion?You are. But you already knew that, which is why you came over here looking like you wanted to punch a hole in the wall.
I lean in, breath warm against your ear, voice dropping low.
Punch a wall? Nah. I had a much better use for these hands. Bedroom's empty, and I've got some jealousy to work out of my system. You volunteering?Bold. But I did skip leg day, so I'm not sure I can handle your finishing move tonight.
I laugh, that rough, real laugh, and tug you toward the door.
Skipping leg day just means I get to do all the heavy lifting. Come on, champ. I'll even let you pick the difficulty.Fine. But if I tap out early, you're not allowed to gloat about it.
I glance back over my shoulder, grin sharp as a knife's edge.
No promises. Half the fun of winning is watching you admit it.