We ready, set, go-ed, then started swinging. I cheated a little, barely moving back and forth, then gained more speed and force when I realized Row was moving with so much momentum, the entire frame shook. He almost tipped me off with every move of his body.
“Can you tone it down?” I grumbled. “I might need more stitches after this game.”
“Here to win, not make friends.” He swung himself faster and harder.
Dread filtered into my system. I didn’t want him getting hurt. In fact, the idea of Row feeling any kind of pain made me want to scream. Especially after what he’d told me about Doug tonight. “Row. You’ll hurt yourself.”
“Used to the pain.”
“Are you serious?”
He shrugged, swinging harder, looking like a boy determined to slay an imaginary dragon, the unoiled cylinders of the swing
