Ch.6

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Beatrice's POV

"When do we start?" I smile.

"Eager are you?" Tobias chuckles.

I shrug and he leads me downstairs again. He takes me to another part of the basement, where a large punching bag hangs down from the ceiling.

"Okay. So I won't people to teach you much because of my hand, so just start with kicks. Like this." He demonstrates by kicking the punching bag, creating a large noise.

I nod and try it myself, nearly falling in the process. Tobias catches me and I'm staring up into his eyes. His dark blue, mesmerizing eyes.

"Nice first try." He clears his throat and helps me stand up straight.

I take a kick out the bag again and hit it, causing a loud thud. I keep going at this until Tobias stops me.

"Okay. Try punching it now. Spot on in the middle. Stay focused and keep your stance." He tells me and I nod.

I take a deep breath and try to get in a fighting stance. My feet are spread apart, and I think my body is at least in a good enough position.

I take another deep breath and go at the bag, punching with my right fist first and then left, getting used to the feel.

"Stop. Hold on." Tobias holds up his bandaged hand, signaling for me to stop. He closer to me and stands behind me, "You're not gonna win like that. You have to keep tension here." He grabs ahold of my waist, and shifts it into I guess the right position. I stiffened at his touch at first, but then relaxed.

"Okay." I nod and he lets go of me, standing back again. I take another deep breath, and I can still feel the touch of Tobias' hands lingering on my waist.

I punch the bag again, with a lot of force this time. I keep punching the bag until my hands feel numb.

I step back when I'm done and Tobias nods.

"Pretty good for your first try." He smirks and I smile.

"Eh. I wouldn't say it was that good." I reply, shaking my hands.

"Probably not as good as me. I've been practicing down here for a long time." He shrugs.

"I know I'm not as good as you."

"Maybe one day you will."

"Maybe. Probably not."

He chuckles, "Wanna watch tv?"

"Sure." I smile and we walk upstairs.

Turning on the tv, Tobias sits down in the couch and I sit next to him. We sit and watch tv in a comfortable silence until it gets really dark outside.
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Tobias' POV

Woah. I can't believe I touched her.

You're pathetic.

Tobias, stop talking to yourself.

We've been sitting and watching tv for maybe six hours or so. Beatrice and I. Not the royal we.

Screw myself.

After another countless episode of a random tv show, and a lot of food, I look over to Beatrice and she softly smiled back at me. She yawns and I chuckle a little.

"Tired?" I smirk.

"Actually, yes." She replies and stands up to stretch.

I follow her moves and also stand up. Then an idea pops into my head.

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