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Eighty-Three: You little minx!

Isabella's POV

I didn't work out much, so I realized by the lack of work-out clothes I owned. I threw on some stretchy leggings and a white T-shirt, hoping that would we okay as I topped it off with one of Lukas's hoodies he left at my place once. I did miss my favorite shoes to wear as I was now only in the possession of one and I really didn't want to go back to the diner.

It was somewhere past two p.m. And after a short walk, I was waiting outside the gym Lukas told me to go, yet he was running late. Where the hell is he? I was way too excited about these self-defense lessons that I wanted them to start asap. Not only because I could really use some, because being a helpless little mouse all damn the time was bugging me but also because I was curious what he was going to teach me. I missed my human pillow yesterday as he stayed over at his place. Ever since we were together, we hadn't spent a lot of nights apart. Waking up next to him always put me in an instant good mood, something I was obviously lacking this morning as I huffed at the air while watching the minutes go by on my phone.

He made up for his late arrival by taking my breath away as I saw him coming around the corner. He was wearing grey sweatpants, his favorite black hoodie and a cap twisted backwards on his head, his unmistakable messy hair poking out at the front. I swooned all over again, every time I saw him, this time maybe a little bit more. I always loved that carefree casual look on him, and I also couldn't wait to get my hands on that hoodie.

The smile on his face the moment his eyes met mine was something I wished I could take a picture of. Wait I can. I smiled to myself as I held up my phone and snapped a picture as he walked over to me, that smile captured for eternity.

Even when he came closer, I kept snapping pictures just for the sake of annoying him but I was pretty sure I was going to keep all of them, especially the one where he stuck out his hand and grabbed my phone.

"Since when are you paparazzi?" He said, swinging his arms around me, my feet already coming off the concrete as he lifted me up and crashed his soft full lips on mine.

"Since l realized I barely have any pictures of you." I smiled against his lips, his perfume taking over all my senses. God, I missed him. "And because you look nice today." I smiled again finding his lips once more, deeper this time, just holding on to his bottom lip long enough to scream I thought about you all night.

"Don't I always?" He said putting me down and releasing me from his arms. "What was that for." He smirked, obviously meaning the way I kissed him with a reason.

"Mmhhhh, because I missed you." I hummed, seeing his eyes shimmer at my words.

"Yeah, I would have missed me too." He playfully bit his bottom lip before taking my hand to drag me inside the gym. I shook my head at the way that conversation ended, slightly annoyed by the fact his answer actually amused me. Sneaky asshole.

He dragged me into an empty room with boxing gear hung upon the walls and punching bags hanging from the ceiling, in the middle a mat that looked soft from far but I guess it's still pretty hard when you're full on faceplanting on it. "I swear if you smack me down on that thing, I'm gonna scream." I said nodding toward the mat.

He laughed at me with mischief all over his face, as he threw his cap on the floor and took off his hoodie, his T-shirt seductively being pulled up the moment the hoodie went over his head. I almost felt myself drooling at the sight, even though I had seen him like this many times. It was just something about the setting that made him look ten times hotter. Oh god, keep it in your pants Bella. "Nobody will hear it babe." He grinned, throwing his hoodie on a bench at the side of the room. "One of my clients owns the place and I asked him if we could have the room to ourselves for the next hour." I didn't even pay attention to the rest of it as my mind wandered off to much more steamy thoughts than these self-defense lessons. Don't even think about jumping his bones in here Isabella. Just keep it together until you're home. "What?" His face suddenly popped in front of me, his white T-shirt perfectly hugging his chest. Oh shit.