Light flickered on when Bryant bent toward the lamp at his right. Nadiah finally started focusing enough to realize that Bryant wore no shirt. Just a pair of loose sweatpants. His bare chest, ripped with muscles. Only...
Bryant was sporting a tattoo now.
Napatuon naman ang atensyon niya sa tattoo nito. The ink was black, sliding up a few inches over his heart. Forming a trident.
Ayaw pa naman niya sa mga lalaking may tattoo. Pero bakit parang nakadagdag yata sa appeal nito ang pagkakaroon nito ng tattoo?
"I use a mix of martial art," he told her as he came closer, positioning his body just a few inches from hers. "I can teach you a few moves to help with CQC."
"CQC?" Wala yata siyang clue kung ano yan.
"Close-quarters combat." sagot nito. "Mapapatay mo talaga ang k
