“No, but you can try.”
“What are you talking about? Of course, I can punch you.”
A slight twitch lifts the corner of his lip. “Try then.”
“What do I get if I manage to do it?”
“Any reward you pick.”
“You’re underestimating me, aren’t you?”
“Maybe you’re the one overestimating yourself.” He beckons me again.
“One punch, right? Anywhere?”
“In the face.”
“I’d hate to ruin your handsome features.”
A rare smirk curves his lips. “You find me handsome?”
Shit. “It’s…common sense.”
“Uh-huh. Don’t worry, Sasha. You’ll do nothing to my handsome features. Now, are you going to stand there all day?”
I don’t waste time and lunge at him. Not only does he duck, but he also hits me in the back, knocking me down on the mat with effortless ease.
Pain throbs along my lower belly and back, but I
