In due time (Completed)

Chapter 38- Freaking out

Kate

Every muscle in my body was on fire. As each fist connected with the sandbag in front of me, the burn seemed to increase. Kicking. Punching. This workout should be enough to cover all those weeks lost.

"You're slacking," Tyler remarks as I stop to take a breather.

I roll my eyes at him as I take a sip from my bottle. He stands in front of me in all his shirtless glory, with his hands on either side of his hips as an amused smile takes over his features.

"Wanna try something else?" He asks while moving over to the workout mats.

"Sure," I say and follow him.

We stand parallel to each other, a good distance away.

"Come at me," he says.

"What?"

"Come at me. Take your best shot."

Is he serious? Was this guy actually asking me to fight him?

Deciding to do as he says, I take a few long strides until I'm nearly a foot away from him. I take a swing at him but he graciously ducks it. I throw a few more punches his way but he blocks them. One more punch and he counters by gripping both my arms behind my back.

"So much for those krav maga lessons that you apparently attended," he says into my ear.

I elbow him in his midsection before going around him and bringing him to his knees in a choke hold.

"You were saying?" I whispered to him.

He let out a struggled chuckle that distracted me long enough for him to pull me around him in a swift motion and pin me to the mat. I was trapped beneath him with my wrists clutched in his hands above my head.

"Am I making you lose your touch, Specs?"

Oh, this guy.

"Don't kid yourself," I remark.

I use those few seconds of distraction to wrap my legs around his waist and, with all the strength I could find, flipped him over.

"Okay, point taken," he raises his hands in surrender and I get off of him.I extend my hand and help him to his feet.

"You're lucky I'm out of shape or else I could've done some serious damage," I inform him.

"Sure," I think I hear him humorously mumble while dabbing his face with his towel.

"What was that?" I ask.

"Nothing," he sheepishly grins while walking towards me. He drags his towel across the exposed skin on my stomach and down my visible cleavage, courtesy of my sports bra. "Let's get you cleaned up," he says, takes my hand and leads us to the showers.

"You can't come in here. The men's room is that way," I tell him as we reach the ladies shower rooms and point in the direction of the men's.

"Well, there's no one here to stop me," he raises that ever so provocative eyebrow at me and, acting as if he didn't hear a word I said, comes in anyway.

I find myself walking backwards in sync with his calm stalks towards me. "What if one of the other ladies finds you in here?" I ask.

"So what?"

"Naked?"

"Jealous, Specs?"

"Of other females seeing what's mine? Of course not," I sarcastically remark.

"Your's, huh?"

"Yes. Mine."

I find my back hitting the cool tiles of the shower walls just as Tyler turns the faucet and the water drenches us both. As if full of greed and want, Tyler's hands are quick in freeing my body from my sports bra and workout shorts. His basketball shorts go next and I'm being pressed against the tiled wall as Tyler's lips claim mine.