He doesn't press any further and I'm thankful. Standing up, he bounces on the heels of his feet.
"Alright, show me what you got."
Getting into position I pull my fists up just like he taught me the other day.
"Come, on princess," he waves his hands, taunting me to come forward. I scowl at his insult. Princess, I'm hardly that. I jab, and he ducks quickly.
"You missed," he chuckles. Clearly he's grown an ego since I saw him last.
I take another swing and miss again. He turns on the balls of his feet placing him behind me. Wrapping a strong arm around my body, his chest presses into my back. The smell of Irish Spring soap overpowering my senses.
"If you want me, you have to be faster," he whispers into the shell of my ear. His breath hot and sticky against my skin. He nips at the lobe and lets me go, circling me like a shark.