Chapter 38

That didn’t stop him from mirroring Oliver’s actions. He tossed his coat aside, rolling his neck to loosen the joint. “I hope you’re a better fighter than you used to be. Otherwise, this is just going to be sad.”

“I don’t like to brag.” Oliver’s shirt joined his jacket, despite the chill in the air. His shoes followed. It didn’t feel like five years since the last time Oliver undressed in front of him. It didn’t seem natural that they were preparing for a fight—especially since Oliver still looked like the man who had once shared his bed. “But I think you’ll be surprised.”

Oliver’s nudity meant shifting. Aden shed his clothing quickly, his gaze never leaving his opponent. The crisp winter air was filled with the rich scent of earth and the softer greenery, but Oliver’s eagerness overlaid all of it. He was hungry for this. Aden hoped that made him sloppy.

“I’m not sure anything you could do can surprise me anymore.”