I’ve never seen a man go after a woman like that. Holy sh*t, it’s like porn with the romance.

My body melts into his hard one until his strong arm, coiled around my small waist, is all that hols me upright. I don't know if I'm bad for him, or him for me. All I know is that this is as inevitable as an incoming tsunami, and I'm just bracing for the swim of my life.

It feels like he's marking me. Like he's preparing me for something monumental. That could both change and ruin my life.

I feel claimed and bonded to him like animals do. I feel like I've already been caught and trapped and he's merely priming me, leaving me to simmer in my juices, anxiously waiting for the moment when he takes his first bite of me.

What if someone comes?" I half-heartedly protest. "No one's coming here but you.

I used to dream of medals and championships, but now I dream solely of a blue-eyed fighter who one day changed my life, when he put his lips on mine. . .

If you can come to my fight, you can come in my arms.