the momentum, landing solid punches that drove his trainer back. Punch after punch, the sound of the mat clapped through the entire gym. Other boxers hung at the end of the ring, watching Hawke move.
He danced on his feet, never staying in one place too long. All the muscles of his body were contracting, tightening and bulging with the extra blood. Sweat formed at the nape of his neck and dripped down the valleys between the slabs of muscle.
He never broke his concentration, giving his entire effort completely. He pushed the trainer back with heavy blows, and alternated hands, never using the same one twice. Sometimes, he used his right hook, and other times, he threw his elbow up and forced the trainer to skid across the floor.
The trainer didn’t seem phased by the aggression. Actually, he didn’t seem surprised at all.
Like it was life or death, Hawke came at him again. The fury on his face was unmistakable. He wanted to kill someone—anyone.
A guy by the ring spoke to his friend. “Damn, what’s he pissed about?”
The other guy shrugged. “Everything?”
I knew exactly what he was pissed about. He carried endless grief and this was the only way to release it. His anger built up deep inside him until he was about to blow. He needed this—to stay sane.
Hawke never tired even though ten minutes had passed. His entire body was covered in sweat, sleek like he just stepped out of the rain. Despite his exertion, he looked like he could go on forever.
“Enough.” The trainer rested his hands and removed his gloves. “Good job, Hawke. You should consider going pro.”
Hawke was out of breath. He removed his gloves slowly then tossed them on the ground. “No. I’d kill someone.”
The trainer laughed like he was making a joke.
But he wasn’t.
Hawke climbed through the ropes and jumped to the ground. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his forearm. He didn’t make eye contact with me right away, knowing exactly what I was thinking and feeling.
I crossed my arms over my chest, understanding the kind of pain he was in. Nothing had changed since we went our separate ways. He was still suffering, unable to control his rage and let it go. The same demons still haunted him.
He massaged his wrists before he looked up at me, ready to see the disapproval on my face.
I stared back at him, giving nothing away.
He slowly approached me, rubbing his sore knuckles. As if he expected me to call him a monster, he watched me and prepared for a lecture.
My hands reached for his, and I slowly massaged the pain from his muscles. I worked each one, feeling the tension in every tendon. His hands were much larger than mine, and they actually felt heavy when I held them.
I brought his hands to my lips and kissed each knuckle, treasuring the man I loved. It didn’t matter how angry he was. It didn’t matter how much he’d been tortured. He was still the same person to me. “You were great.”
He stared at me without blinking.
I moved in to his chest and pressed a kiss to the skin over his heart, tasting the sweat on my lips.
He took a deep breath when he felt me, like he was relieved I didn’t think less of him.
“Let’s go home.”
***
Hawke immediately headed into the bathroom and started the shower. “Get in with me.”
“You want me to shower with you?” I sniffed my armpit. “Do I stink?”
He wasn’t in the mood for a joke. His hands gripped my shirt and pulled it over my head. Then he unclasped my bra with ease. His eyes scanned my body, taking in my small breasts and petite shoulders.
When he looked at me like that, I couldn’t think about anything else but him. I melted at his feet, yearning for his touch.
He removed my jeans and panties before he undressed himself. His dick was hard like it usually was when he looked at me, but it didn’t seem like he was in the mood for sex.
We both stepped under the warm water and let it drip down our bodies. My hair became soaked and
He danced on his feet, never staying in one place too long. All the muscles of his body were contracting, tightening and bulging with the extra blood. Sweat formed at the nape of his neck and dripped down the valleys between the slabs of muscle.
He never broke his concentration, giving his entire effort completely. He pushed the trainer back with heavy blows, and alternated hands, never using the same one twice. Sometimes, he used his right hook, and other times, he threw his elbow up and forced the trainer to skid across the floor.
The trainer didn’t seem phased by the aggression. Actually, he didn’t seem surprised at all.
Like it was life or death, Hawke came at him again. The fury on his face was unmistakable. He wanted to kill someone—anyone.
A guy by the ring spoke to his friend. “Damn, what’s he pissed about?”
The other guy shrugged. “Everything?”
I knew exactly what he was pissed about. He carried endless grief and this was the only way to release it. His anger built up deep inside him until he was about to blow. He needed this—to stay sane.
Hawke never tired even though ten minutes had passed. His entire body was covered in sweat, sleek like he just stepped out of the rain. Despite his exertion, he looked like he could go on forever.
“Enough.” The trainer rested his hands and removed his gloves. “Good job, Hawke. You should consider going pro.”
Hawke was out of breath. He removed his gloves slowly then tossed them on the ground. “No. I’d kill someone.”
The trainer laughed like he was making a joke.
But he wasn’t.
Hawke climbed through the ropes and jumped to the ground. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his forearm. He didn’t make eye contact with me right away, knowing exactly what I was thinking and feeling.
I crossed my arms over my chest, understanding the kind of pain he was in. Nothing had changed since we went our separate ways. He was still suffering, unable to control his rage and let it go. The same demons still haunted him.
He massaged his wrists before he looked up at me, ready to see the disapproval on my face.
I stared back at him, giving nothing away.
He slowly approached me, rubbing his sore knuckles. As if he expected me to call him a monster, he watched me and prepared for a lecture.
My hands reached for his, and I slowly massaged the pain from his muscles. I worked each one, feeling the tension in every tendon. His hands were much larger than mine, and they actually felt heavy when I held them.
I brought his hands to my lips and kissed each knuckle, treasuring the man I loved. It didn’t matter how angry he was. It didn’t matter how much he’d been tortured. He was still the same person to me. “You were great.”
He stared at me without blinking.
I moved in to his chest and pressed a kiss to the skin over his heart, tasting the sweat on my lips.
He took a deep breath when he felt me, like he was relieved I didn’t think less of him.
“Let’s go home.”
***
Hawke immediately headed into the bathroom and started the shower. “Get in with me.”
“You want me to shower with you?” I sniffed my armpit. “Do I stink?”
He wasn’t in the mood for a joke. His hands gripped my shirt and pulled it over my head. Then he unclasped my bra with ease. His eyes scanned my body, taking in my small breasts and petite shoulders.
When he looked at me like that, I couldn’t think about anything else but him. I melted at his feet, yearning for his touch.
He removed my jeans and panties before he undressed himself. His dick was hard like it usually was when he looked at me, but it didn’t seem like he was in the mood for sex.
We both stepped under the warm water and let it drip down our bodies. My hair became soaked and
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