Mikayla POV
A loud beep of a car horn outside pierced the stillness of the morning. I stood up to peek out of the window when Tripp's booming footsteps bounded down the stairs.
“Where are you going?” I asked, even though it was pretty obvious.
Tripp was wearing a fitted vest that clung to his bulked-up frame and loose shorts that swished around his knees. He snatched a large gym bag off the floor beside the front door, throwing it over his shoulder.
“Gym.” He replied flatly.
“Can I come?” I asked with a big smile.
Tripp’s brow coćked up in amusement, sparking my annoyance. “What do you want to go to the gym for?”
“I want to see if they have any kickboxing lessons.”
“You kickbox?” His words dripped with disbelief, making my irritation flourish.
“Yes, and I haven’t had a lesson
