Chapter.19.Effing Domesticated.

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Things get more than a little heated. So this is a warning to you all. Cover your eyeballs if necessary :)

Chapter 19

I'm currently thanking God that I didn't have to ride back to my place with Zay because I've been back for 5 minutes and he won't shut the fuck up. He's being nice and complimenting me, but I'm never in a great mood after a fight, plus I saw Marissa tonight which only serves to make everything worse. "Serious question." Ace asks.

"You know what that is?" Josh tosses me an ice pack and without question it's placed on my jaw, I don't really need it but it isn't worth the argument. I adjust it slightly so it covers that fracture and make a mental note to thank God for not letting her hit in that particular spot. Lucas gently removes my hand from the ice pack and holds it for me, ugh why is he so sweet?

"Why didn't you finish the arm bar?"

I should have known, oh Acey I wish you'd just shut the fuck up. "Didn't feel right." I leave it at that and I see a hint of happiness cross Sparky's lips before he works to cover it up. And that alone makes it worth the 'going soft' gossip around fight night and the shit I'll no doubt get from my uncle. 

"You can't do that with other fighter's Riley."

My gaze shifts towards Josh, told you I would be getting it from him. "I am well aware of that. If you'll excuse me." I rise off the couch letting the ice pack fall to the ground and go to my room. Why the hell are they interrogating me? If I tell anyone about what Sparky is doing to me I lose all of my reputation with Felix's Fight Club. I can't go soft, it isn't safe for me not while I'm still fighting in the ring. My hand moves to flip on the water to the shower head and begin to strip my clothes. I was so lost in my thoughts I didn't even realize that there were a pair of smoldering eyes watching me.

"How you feeling Rebel?" I remove my thumbs from the hem of my shorts and smirk, knowing that might shock my boyfriend a little bit. When I don't answer right away he lifts his weight off the door frame. "Am I talking to Rebel Riley or My Riley?" I love that term, he doesn't mean it in a possessive sense - not entirely at least - it is more of an endearing term.

"Your Riley." I retort when my mind is thinking about getting this Vaseline off my body, it's practically caked on now. We stare at each other for a minute, never once breaking eye contact until I scrunch my nose, "so here's the deal I'm going to get naked and get in the shower. I don't care if you look but just a fair warning." He instantly turns on his heels. I commence into a fit of laughter while stepping in the shower and closing the curtain behind me. "Oh Sparky you're fucking adorable." It's his anyways, I don't get what the big deal is.

"Sorry, I'm not used to anyone casually stripping in front of me."

"I'm your girl."

"That reinforces my point." I roll my eyes and stand under the water, letting it wash everything off of me. Hoping it'd take my sweat down the drain along with Lucas' disappointment. My stomach begins to ache with the notion that he could be disappointed in me. I don't liek that at all. "How are you?"

Without thinking twice about it, I blurt out what is on my mind. "Are you disappointed in me?" It's not in my nature to bury my feelings, I speak my mind and those words had been running through my mind since I could practically smell it while I was fighting Dana.

The shower curtain gets thrown open and I start to giggle, he doesn't seem to care that I'm naked now. "What'd you ask? I don't think I heard you correctly." Uh oh, Sparky looks a little mad?

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