“It’s been a while since you let me beat your ass.” Maurice rolls his shoulders, bouncing lightly on the balls of his feet as he circles the ring.
I smirk, tightening my gloves. “The last time we fought, I beat you. Remember?”
He scoffs. “You call that a win? I was going easy on you.”
“You always say that when you’re about to lose.”
“Not this time.”
His fist comes out fast—a jab aimed straight for my face.
I lean back just in time. “Still slow,” I mutter.
“Still cocky,” he shoots back, stepping in again.
He circled me once, gloves loose, like this was more fun than work for him.
“So tell me,” Maurice said, grinning, “what made you change your mind?”
I exhaled through my nose, rolling my shoulders. “Just needed to blow off some steam.”
Maurice hummed like that wasn’t enough of an
