Bella POV
My body is aching and I can barely walk. But I am advancing. I can tell I am. It’s worth every scratch and bruise.
I am also starving. I take my seat around the table, the smell of freshly cooked meals is mouth watering.
“You’ve been destroying your opponents today, Bella,” Kyle grins at me as he bites a loaf of bread.
“I still need to practice.”
“We all do. I mean, you are too hard on yourself, give yourself some credit, will you.”
He winks at me and suggests we train together tomorrow when Alex comes in and sits opposite me.
Speaking of mouth-watering… Alex’s hair is still wet from the bath he took, and he pushes a stray lock of hair from his eyes absently.
He is dressed in a black fitting shirt and I feel colour rising to my face and remind myself I’d better foc
