“Jo there you are.” Miles says coming up behind me while I’m punching the punching bag. “Yea here I am.” I say evenly. I remember we never got to really talk after our arguments. “Jo can we talk?” He asks quietly trying not to draw attention to ourselves. “We can when I am done here.” I say showing him that I have the upper hand of this power exchange.
Miles purses his lips together tightly. Obviously used to getting his way. He is not appreciating that I am asserting my will. He ultimately lets it go. I finish my reps and go take a sip of water. “I’m supposed to spar next to finish my day. Do you want to spar with me?” I ask.
Miles looks shocked for a second and shakes his head. He eventually agrees. I take a deep breathe and let out a sigh. We tap fists to start the match. “So are yo
