"One rule."
His eyebrow lifts slightly.
"This is going to be strictly professional."
A hint of amusement flickers across his face.
"I don't want your hands on me," I continue firmly.
He studies me for a second, then he smirks... just enough to make me want to shove him.
"Strictly professional," he repeats.
"Yes."
"Understood."
I narrow my eyes.
"You're smirking."
"I'm agreeing to a wat you said."
"Stop smirking at me. Don't try to patronize me"
"Start sparring."
God.
I move into position across from him, feet shifting automatically into the stance Aaron drilled into me earlier.
Zane mirrors me loosely.
But there's a huge difference between our stances.
Mine is careful.... His is effortless, like he knows he is going to beat my ass either ways
For a moment neither of us moves.
Then he gestures slightly with two fingers.
"Whenever you're ready."
Oh, I am ready.
I lunge first.
A quick forward step and a straight strike aimed for his shoulder.
