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That night, I find myself standing in the small arena.
I don't know who Grayson is fighting tonight, but Ethan sounds nervous about it. His nerves quickly spread to me. I hate seeing people hurt.
I keep to myself as Grayson warms up with Ethan, trying not to stare at Grayson. He's very attractive. Especially after earlier. And I'm sure he knows it.
Just before the fight starts, they come back to the side of the ring. Ethan bro hugs him and kisses his cheek, telling him something in his ear. Grayson turns to me.
"Do I get a good luck kiss from you too?" he smirks, leaning down and tilting his cheek towards me. My face flushes as I turn to Ethan for help. He simply nudges me towards Grayson.
I hold my breath as I stand on my toes to gently kiss his cheek, pulling away as quickly as I came. He stands straight, the smirk still on his face.
"Thanks, babe," he says simply before jogging to the ring. I swear if he calls me babe one more time I'm going to explode. He's already called me it twice and I've only been here for an hour.
As soon as he turns his back to us, I smack Ethan's arm.
"You did that on purpose" I huff. He shrugs.
"Maybe I did. You're welcome" he replies. I huff again and turn back to the ring.
The fight is terrifying and I hate it. By the time Grayson comes back for a water break, he's already got a bloody nose. I stand uncomfortably. I hate seeing him like this.
Ethan talks to him as he takes drinks of water, a tissue in his nose. Grayson glances at me before a frown takes over his face, his gaze landing back on me.
"What's wrong with her?" he asks Ethan as if he's not still looking at me. Ethan rolls his eyes at his brother's obliviousness.
"She's a doctor, what do you think?" he scoffs. Grayson looks at me for a few seconds before he has to go back to the ring.
By the third round, Grayson has knocked his opponent unconscious. I wince, wanting to jump in to make sure he's okay.
Grayson comes to us with a black eye and a bloody lip, wincing as he takes his gloves off. I knew he was going to hurt his hand more. I hate this.
For an unknown reason, my eyes gloss over. Why am I so upset? I must be about to start my period or something, jesus.
"Eve? You okay?" Ethan speaks. I blink several times as I look up.
"You won!" I tell Grayson happily, ignoring Ethan. He looks at me with furrowed eyebrows and I know he's trying to read me.
"We're meeting the group for milkshakes at the diner down the street, you wanna come with us?" Ethan speaks again. I hesitate.
