Camden Steel is like a snake in the ring. Quick, and unpredictable. I on the other hand am about to pass out from lack of oxygen. I really have to get my endurance up.
Sitting down to take a break, he hands me a bottle of cold water.
"You're a natural Tate," he sits down next me. I look down, not good with compliments.
"I don't know about that," I chuckle, looking at the plastic bottle. "Sometimes I think I should just stick with boxing instead of attempting MMA."
He shakes his head in disagreement, taking his a sip of his sports drink. The way his lips curve around it makes mine pout, wanting to be on the receiving end. f**k Thomas, and Debs.
"Stop looking at me like that." He doesn't even look at me, he can just feel me looking at him. Quickly I look down, and bite my lip to keep f
