In which an unknowingly hilarious girl just can't seem to leave him alone, and he can't understand why.
(Or)
I groan and flop into the chair in front of the hoodie clad boy, more like man. Over here lookin like a graffiti board, hah.
Kidding, his ta...
Let's just say, I've spent almost 4 hours with Max and Blake, trying my goddamn best to stop fantasizing about this morning with Jaxon.
I've thought a lot about how defense he got and how quickly, and now that I think about it, it makes sense. He's a boxer, that's how he releases anger.
And when he tried to come onto me, and I simple joked with him, all of that pressure from not boxing kind of... burst.
I'm not mad, I don't really think I ever was, and I hope he isn't either.
"Bella,"
I turn my head and see Blake, smiling at me while I sit on their couch with Bessie over my lap, her huge head being massaged by my hand. I hadn't even realized it, but I'd been in thought for probably a while, staring out their huge windows facing the city.
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"Yeah?" I quietly respond, and he smiles lightly at me.
"Jaxon will be here in a few minutes."
My mood instantly beams, and I grin at Blake, who only chuckles and walks away shaking his head.
Let's see if I can finish what we started this morning.
J A X O N
I just finished almost 4 hours of boxing, preparing myself for the competition in a week or so. I'm not all that worried, I'm one of their best fighters (not to brag).
Throughout the four continuous hours, I can't seem to drift my attention from Arabella. Her body, her laugh, her smile. My god, her moan.
This morning has been on reply this whole time. Have you ever tried to train and box while trying not to get a hard on? Well it's fucking difficult.
Anyway, I'm gathering my gym bag, my shirt from this morning around my neck while sweat glistens off my chest.
I'm still panting a little, while I shove my tape and gloves into the bag, as well as my mouth guard and its case. When I've finished getting all of my stuff, I happily make my way outside, to my bike.
I can't wait to see my baby girl again. I'm dying just to have her in my arms, just go inhale her beautiful scent: pine and eucalyptus trees.
I grab my white shirt and throw it over my head when I stop beside my bike, ignoring the sweat that clings to the cotton fabric.
