My dearest rival

XIII

Kianora's pov

I hit and hit and hit until we're both totally spent, him from dodging my punches and eventually getting some across, and me from softening my blows every time my fist makes contact with his skin, not wanting to hurt him too bad but I'm pretty he'll have a few bruises tomorrow though.

Sorry not sorry.

We grabbed our things and went out and we're now in front of my car since he insisted he should go there with me.

"Well. This was fun." He says brightly. Toi amused and excited compared to his usual self.

I make a face and look at him weirdly, arching my eyebrows and he soon drops the act. "Ok, I'm tired as fuck."
He runs a hand through his face.

I chuckle a little and he looks at me, annoyed. "You can't laugh at my misery I had tennis practice yesterday and still came here knowing I have another practice tomorrow." He looks at nowhere in particular, tiredness showing as he leans on my door car.

"This was supposed to be my day off."

I kind of feel bad but I didn't force or even offered for him to come here. "I didn't technically asked you-" he glares at me so I stop my sentence and sigh, "I'll make it up to you."

His eyes light up, "You'll play tennis with me?"

"I did not say that-" he pouts playfully, sticking his bottom lip out making my eyes go there for a second before I look back at his face. "I haven't played in a long time."

"I'll teach you. Again." He shrugs and smirk slightly. I lean on try car, mimicking his actions and facing him fully.

"Okay, I know how to play. Just not your level." I roll my eyes.

"And what exactly is my level?" He smirks more widely now.

"You tell me, you play professionally I sure hope for your coach that you're pretty good at it." Duh.

"Fair." He nods and I nod after that, both of us not saying anything. I'm not really in the mood for a good old banter when a shower and my bed sound so appealing in my head.

I point to my car with my hand, urging him to move and let me get in.
"Want me to walk you to your car?" I tease.

He hums, shaking his head before bringing his face closer to mine in what seems a slo mode until he's almost leaning on me. "I'd love to see you in a white tennis skirt." He whispers, staring in my eyes.

I take a sharp intake of air and I'll sure he heard the skating feeling as well but I force myself to calm my breathing as I respond in the most unbothered voice that I can muster, even if I'm sure he sees right through my facade like I see through his.

"You do know not all women tennis player wears skirts to play, right?" I ask, not daring to move and inch, afraid I'll touch his face-or his lips- in the process.

He hums once again and when I think he'll just leave it at that and head to his car, he starting leaning forward again, this time towards my ear, and I freeze completely.

"I'm only interested in you."

His lips graze my ear for the softest moment before leaning back completely and leaving in the other direction of the parking lot.

I can't help but see the tug at his lips on his last backward glance before disappearing behind a car.

**

I took a shower, put on some fresh clothes, and now I'm more that content as I finally get my ass on the couch. I call Amber, thinking a girl day is due.