Instead, he grabs my wrist and twists just enough to make me lose balance, then lets go before I fall.
"Be controlled ," he says. "Not emotional."
I hate that he's right.
We reset again and this time I don't wait for him.
I move first, it's messy and probably obvious. But I aim for his midsection the way he showed me earlier. He blocks easily, but I don't stop. I swing again. And again.
He blocks,and moves around me.
Then he delivers another sharp smack to my backside when I overextend.
I gasp. "Aaron!"
"You keep leaning forward, I'm correcting you."
"You are enjoying doing that aren't you."
He actually smirks this time. "A little."
That does it.
Frustration boils over, making me hot and reckless. Befor I can overthink it, I launch myself at him.
I just jump at him.
He makes a surprised sound as I wrap my arms around his shoulders and try to tackle him down.
For half a second, I think I might actually succeed.
