I sighed, trying to wipe the fog off the bathroom mirror. I thought a hot shower would help with the aches, but it was only temporary. Leaning across the sink caused pain to spike through my lower back, likely a result of hitting the kitchen tile when Cole tackled me. I don’t know how I didn’t crack my head when he took me off my feet. Luck, I guess? I tried not to breathe too deeply, each inhale caused my ribs to scream. A part of me took solace in knowing Cole probably felt similarly. I’d landed a few good blows to his ribs during his ground and pound.
I frowned as I took in my reflection, the towel hung low on my hips. Bruises had already started to bloom down my sides, and were scattered across my stomach. I had protected my face pretty well in the first half of the fight, so most of
