I swallowed, trying to ease my dry throat with the salty saliva congealed in my mouth. The ropes of the ring dug into my bare neck, the harsh floodlights seared my profile with dust and gold, and I laughed into Leron's face as he laughed into mine.
He nuzzled my nose with his, large, bloody hands clamped down on the sides of my sweaty face so he could crush our heads together. And in the humidity laced with the tang of blood, sweat and victory, all I knew was the bob of his throat, his hot exhales against my mouth and expanses of green-grey eyes like seafoam.
"You did it, ghzalti," he whispered hoarsely. "I'm so fucking proud. But don't you dare do it again."
"I won't if you won't, kalaiman," I grinned back, before the rabidly joyous crowd burst the stands.
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