Tab didn’t see Nick until the following Friday, when he showed up at quarter to ten with his kit and nodded towards the bagroom. He looked tired, circles ground in under those intense eyes, and somehow Nick yawning made a tiny crack appear in that armour. Made him seem a little more…
Human.
Which was the last thing Tab needed. Nick was already hot. He didn’t need to be human, too!
“I didn’t know if you were coming or not,” Tab said, hastily rummaging under the counter for his things. He’d stashed them in hope, but Nick hadn’t come to the first weekly class, and the second one had been cancelled due to a leak in the roof.
Nick shrugged. “Figured I can’t slack off too much, especially not with the interclub fights coming up. Anyone else about?”
“No. No, Uncle Eddie’s doing some private
