MICHELLE's P O V
‘‘I'm sorry, but there's just no way...’’ I responded, sounded like the tone of his earlier concern. ‘‘I don’t want to hurt you, Devon…’’
He shot me a smug grin. ‘‘Hurt me…?’’ he shook his head, his eyes danced around in amusement. ‘‘No, you won’t… C’mon, Mike! Hit me!’’
I was surprised by his booming words, and in response I fired a punch at him with a straight, and then countered it with my right as he had instructed me to do. However, my first strike was completely unsuccessful since he deflected it so quickly with his body.
When my right hand came swinging in, he ducked his head, and the blow was perfectly avoided. My mouth was agape with shock when I realized that none of my hits had landed.
‘‘Where did you learn boxing?’’ he questioned me, a look of
