The only thing I could register was how his face was clean and lacked the bruises and scratches his opponent had. Sweat beaded his forehead but other than that, his face was clear as a newborn's ass.
I rapidly blink as if waking myself up from a daze. Beck was fighting in a boxing ring. And he looked like as if he was loving it.
The way he moved was flawless. The way he dodged left no mistake.
Beck had been doing this for a while. And he was good at it.
Beck looked strong, big without his shirt on and looked a hell of a lot intimidating from this angle. If I knew he was a boxer I might have not messed with him at the hallway. Come to think of it, he went easy on me. I don't imagine what he could have done when his self restraint was nonexistent.
I try to hide myself in the shadows.
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