Three days of intense training and hostile tension between Camden and I go flying by.
It's hard to concentrate on what Debs is saying half the time because I can feel Camden's eyes staring at me each day. They're cold but spark a blazing trail along my skin. My heart thunders in my chest like a teenager with a crush when our eyes lock, it's annoying. I should be more focused... but I'm not. When he's not looking at me, I'm looking at him.
He's become such a good fighter, it's hard not to watch him.
He's quick on his feet, and he's f*****g gorgeous with his shirt off.
Jump roping in place, Debs clocks me.
"Alright you're still slow, let's see you hit today." She consults the stop watch and drops it to the floor.
"I'm trying my best," I pant, tossing the rope to the side. I haven't s
