Dax POV
"Fight me already, you p***y," she growled.
Damn. She knew I'd been holding back. I was fearful of hurting her, even though she easily countered my moves and dodged with an impressive swiftness. The way she moved, it was almost as though it was second nature to her. It took years to develop that kind of muscle memory, and she wasn't even breaking a sweat yet. This was worth blowing school off for.
I punch out, this time putting my strength into it, knowing Riley could read me like an open book. She dodged, swung out, and managed to hit me in the ribs as I stumbled back in shock. She didn't give me room, crowding me, relentlessly pursuing as I fought to regain ground. I hit her hard and winced, but she smirked, ignoring the pain as though I'd barely touched her.
"About time,"
