Max's POV:
"Again!" I demand after Andrew has landed me on my arse for the fifth time during our sparring session. I am really not on my game.
"Seriously man, you are not with it today".
"I know!" I growl as we start circling each other another time. I am trying to concentrate but I can't. We both lunge forward but he is quicker and ducks down to swipe my legs out from underneath me. I land flat out on my back. This time I don't bother trying to get back up. I just lay down, sweating, panting and looking up at the sky. I feel rubbish and not just because of my embarrassing performance and the wind being knocked out of me.
Jack is feeling dejected and moody and that affects my entire body. He knows that I am planning to reject our mate and he doesn't agree. Currently, he isn't speakin
