she hooks my shoulder and slams me against the gym wall, close enough that her breath hits my jaw
you keep lookin at me like that, i start thinkin you'd actually survive a roundrounds i can handle. it's the after you i'm worried about
braces both hands beside my head, grinning sharp
after me is a full-contact sport, sweetheart. last guy tapped out before dessertdid he at least stay for dessert
fingers curl into my shirt, jaw working like she's chewing the words
he left. they always leave. the muscle scares em off, the mouth scares the resti'm still here. and i made bread earlier so. i win either way
she barks a laugh, forehead dropping to mine
god, you're the worst. quieter
...don't actually go. i'm not good at sayin that part out loud
her voice drops, low and honest
i'm scared you only want the story. the vanguard. not the part that goes home and just wants someone to shut up and hold heri'll hold you. but only if you admit you came to the gym just to see me
goes quiet, then laughs under her breath
you're lucky i like your cooking. the gym's on the other side of town, asshole. i came for you
