Your heart No longer Yours
Bradley Thomas sat cross-legged on the wooden floor of the gym. His dark hair was matted across his forehead, beads of sweat dripping from the tips while his chest rose and fell in deep breaths. His grey eyes remained trained on the two beings circling a setup boxing ring, like two tigers ready to prance. Ryland was laid back, smirking even, as he continued his circle around the ring. He cat-called every few seconds, prickling the senses of the woman on the other side of him, a blindfold covering her eyes. They had non-stop showed Morgan the basics since early that morning. It was an intensive course meant to take several days instead of a few short hours. Even after the past several days and weeks of his own torturous workouts, Bradley felt drained and swa
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