𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐚 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬
What happens when two completely different worlds full of sadness, jealousy, love, hate, and temptation meet each other?
𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐚 is a closed-off girl with a talent for drawing. She's sassy...
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"YOU WANT ME TO DO THAT?" I gawked at Alec, baffled and shocked.
He nodded. "Exactly how I did it," my jaw slightly dropped as to what he wanted me to do.
I cleared my throat. "Listen, I'm not as good as you. It's my first day at training these moves," I told him with my arms crossed over my chest. "Could you show me something easier?" I asked with a raised brow.
He shook his head. "Exactly what I did," I scoffed at his stubbornness.
Annoyed and not motivated, I walked up to the punching bag and got into the position he told me to go. "Wait," I felt him come right behind me which made me feel weird.
"Put your right arm more down. It will help you get a better punch," he whispered right against my ear.
I gulped nervously but immediately covered this and did what he told me. "As if it's going to help. I'm not a fighter," he chuckled dryly.
"You don't have to be good at fighting to get the right punch," he said which made me roll my eyes.
"Now, look at your opponent. Imagine he has a weakness," I raised a brow and turned my head to face him but when I did I noticed how close he actually was.
His eyes stayed at the same height as mine but not even seconds later, he moved them down to my... lips.
Clearing my throat, I ignored this weird feeling that I just felt go through my body and focused on the punching back.
Imagine he has a weakness.
"What kind of weakness?" I mumbled, my eyes still focused on the punching bag.
"His side," my eyes moved to the side and I nodded.
Adjusting my feet, I jabbed for my first punch. "Good, now do exactly that a few more times before jabbing for the last punch which will be into the face," he pointed at the top of the bag.
I pressed my fists together and punched the bag a few more times until he stopped me by placing his hands on my hip and waist. "You need to keep your body steady. Don't move it too much, only move your arms," I took a shaky breath as I felt his on my neck.
What is he doing?
I punched the bag again but with what he instructed me to do. His hands are still on my hip and waist which got me not focused.
