Explosion; the not-so long story of the orange ninja

Making Out for the First Time?

I woke up to the sound of cars zooming by below our apartment. I looked to my right, and just as I expected, Cole seemed to have woken up earlier than me.

I grabbed my phone and checked the time. 9:27. Honestly, that's pretty early. I'm the type to sleep in until noon. But, I got up anyway.

I changed into shorts and a tank top, and opened the door to see a shirtless Cole doing push-ups on the floor. When he saw me, he gave a hum of acknowledgement and kept going. It didn't look like he was going to be stopping anytime soon.

So, I went into the kitchen and grabbed cereal, a bowl, a spoon, and milk.

"Good morning," I said, pouring cereal into the bowl, and then the milk.

"Good morning," he replied, getting up from the ground. He made his way towards where I was at the table and slung a towel over his slightly sweaty shoulder. I just stared at his perfectly sculpted body in awe as he took a bite from my cereal bowl.

"What?" He asked, with food still in his mouth.

"Who gave you permission to look this good? I mean, seriously. Cause I didn't say you could look that good," I told him, which made him blush and give me a shy smile.

I smiled back, leaning my elbows on the table and studying his features. Honestly, to say I was jealous of him would be an understatement. He had just the most perfect jawline and his eyes drooped ever so slightly. His perfect face, along with his perfectly tanned body, made it feel like he was an angel that fell out of heaven.

"Training. Ten minutes," he said, breaking me out of my trance. I frowned, which made him chuckle, and then he walked into the bedroom, leaving the door open.

I finished eating my cereal and placed the dishes in the sink. Cole was waiting, now with a black tank top on.

He pointed his head towards the front door, and I knew it was time to start training.

Not gonna lie, I was still sore from yesterday. And the day before that. And the day before that.

Every freaking morning I had to run so many laps around the roof. And all Cole did was watch. I mean, if he had any kind of decency he would maybe join in the training. Whatever. Still love him, though.

Right after, we would always work on hand to hand combat. We'd train until I could beat him, and then we'd move on to something else.

Sometimes it took hours. Other times it took so long he'd just give up and let me win. This time was no different.

We started off by throwing light punches. I didn't pay much attention and would get hit a few times. I couldn't help it. I kept thinking about our little kiss last night.

I mean, it's been months since I actually had someone I really liked. The thought got me excited. Like, finally somebody actually likes me.

Plus, he's a ninja. How cool is it to date a ninja?

My thoughts were interrupted by a kick to my gut. I stumbled backwards and fell.

"Lynn, you're distracted. Are you okay?" Cole squatted down to look at me with a curious and yet a little bit concerned look in his brown eyes.

"I'm fine. I'm just..." I tried to think of something to say. It would be a little weird to just straight up say I was thinking about how we kissed last night, right?

"I'm just sore," I finished. It technically wasn't a lie.

Cole nodded and helped me up. "Why don't we take a day off? I mean, I'm pretty distracted as well, to be honest."