"Heat"

My back hits the floor hard, after one tough take to the face. But I refuse to stay down for long, as the light perspiration begins to rest upon my forehead.

Warm adrenaline welcomes me as it vigorously courses throughout my veins.

I mindlessly set my jaw hard, and within seconds in my black athletic capris and light grey tank top, I don't obtain one sliver of hesitation to jump back up.

The large room is acquainted with scattered grunts and the sound of a few punching bags receiving relentless hits.

But I don't gift them my attention, not yet.

Now on my feet again, I'm quick to retract my arm back quickly - clenching either fist of mine beneath each boxing glove - before throwing a punch at my trainer.

His tan complexion glistens with mere sweat - before my punch probably smacks some droplets clean off of his jawline.

But he doesn't stumble back. For he's fast to deliver me one in turn - just before I block it.

The balled fist beneath his own boxing glove shoots for me again, as I'm quick to duck down to dodge it. When I straighten upright I hurriedly apply rapid pressure against his neck with the side of my hand - earning a low grunt to escape from his intimidatingly tall figure.

Collecting a breath, I watch John, my boxing trainer, stumble back a swift moment. The second I gather that he is in fact okay, I send him a friendly wink before spinning around to face Vince - who stands several feet away from our practicing arena.

His brows are cocked up in surprise - and nothing short of revealing an impressed stare.

With his hands in the front pockets of his dark jeans, Vince's solid brown irises are set on mine, as I begin walking towards his taller frame that claims territory against a black wall.

My lips curve upward instinctively, nearing him.

And he parts his full lips to speak, finally, but seems to be inevitably lost for words. I find it quite amusing.

As I near his relaxed yet impressed atmosphere, I feel a sudden spark of challenge surge my veins, and I don't think twice about my next action.

Within fast and smooth movements, I grab Vince's hands to pull him closer to me, before swiftly kicking out my foot and bringing it behind one of his legs, causing him to stumble back for his back to hit the floor.

But, before I gain time to remain standing and become defeated in mere amusement, my breath hitches when Vince's familiar set of strong hands take me down swiftly with him.

I fall onto Vince, as his tense and toned body now lies beneath me.

I note how the tip of my blonde waves gently brush against Vince's face, so I tuck my slightly disheveled hair behind my ears whilst against him.

My partner's brow perches up in enthusiastic challenge the second he watches my lips quirk upward above him.

"You wanted to know." I affirm against him - feeling his warm hands rest against my back. "So this is it. This is how I cope." I inform him.

Vince then lets his head fall back onto the floor, a second. And he purses his lips, before releasing a sigh.

"Well I guess you're gonna have to teach me some moves if a woman just struck me down," he returns, before soon settling on my blue-green eyes again and forming a smirk.

I feel a genuine smile spread across my face, before I return to my feet and lend him a hand for us both to stand upright.

And I attempt to help Vince back on his feet with no sign of struggle - but it's nearly impossible.

The man is literally just muscle.

Needless to say, Vince practically helped himself up onto his feet instead.

"Isabel, you did good." I hear John compliment from across the room, before I glance over to see him walk in my direction.
Right after I take off my crimson red boxing gloves to temporarily toss them onto the floor, John tosses me a hand towel.

I catch it and begin patting the vague perspiration from my forehead, before delivering a triumphant "thanks!" - before seeing John exit the building after sending a congratulated smile.

I take in a cool breath while still getting a kick of pumping adrenaline, later meeting Vince's gaze.

He momentarily scans his glimmering irises across my face before his lips visibly twitch. For only a second Vince then averts his gaze unto the floor.

"You were pretty amazing up there," he remarks in front of me - picking back up his deep brown eyes to latch onto mine again.

The grin can't seem to dissipate from me as I feel my pulse finally begin to settle.

"Thank you." I say rather softly, going to run a hand through my loose blonde waves.

"So I take it you just imagine the trainer's face as Peterson's..." Vince states rather questions, and it isn't long before a faint humorless laugh escapes me.

"Something like that." I answer.

In turn Vince fails at suppressing a small grin. Before him I diffuse a quiet sigh.

"Now you know where I come to just... clear my mind. From the anger. From Peterson." I breathe, mindlessly dropping my gaze to my feet.

"I know it sounds ridiculous, but everything that's been happening around me lately just results in nothing but... myself feeling alone." I admit, just as the fact comes to thought.

"Now it's just... me." I add faintly; lazily drag my gaze back up to Vince when shrugging my shoulders.

Vince stares at me with full attention, as his eyebrows narrow only for a soft second. I note the unreadable glint to flash across his deep brown irises as he watches me.

But it's not an intent stare I've never noticed with him.

"Not on my watch." Vince states - his deep tone raw and unforgettably... ardent.

I blink up to study his attentive gaze. I feel his gallant gaze grasp my own.

And engulfing silence kicks in.

Then, behind my ribcage, my heart starts to race profusely, and I can't tame it. It arouses a sudden warmth inside my chest, and in this moment I don't think I want it to go away.

And for the first time, my blue-green eyes settle onto Vince's full lips. Really trailing my gaze upon them, this time.

I part my own pink lips for a soft intake of breath that's barely audible, as my gaze flicks up to his own set of deep brown eyes again.

And when I do, I only realize how his gaze is tracing my lips, too. And my cheeks shift into a soft shade of pink.

I fixate on Vince's full lips once more, before I carefully swallow.

"Do you want to get out of here?" I ask quietly, picking up my gaze again.

For a moment Vince's eyes settle on my own in silence, before I catch the sight of his mouth twitch briefly.

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In deliberate steps, I step into my bedroom. Hearing my bedroom door shut quietly behind my back, I stand still, and curl my lip.

It's then when I hear low and careful footsteps approach me from behind, and I don't move.

Then, just as the steps come to a halt, Vince's hard chest gently brushes against my back.

I feel his warm breath trace the back of my ear. My breath softly hitches when he rests a warm palm onto my waist.

My heart races wildly, as I'm pressed against Vince.

I finally turn around slow, to fixate on his bold brown irises - looking up to see his eyes glinting with a familiar gallantry... yet an arousing hunger.

And within the proximity, lingers severe heat.

I didn't realize how long Vince's gaze had been tracing my awaiting lips, as my own pair begin to draw near his.

I can feel his breath caress my lips rather teasingly it feels - as I hold my breath.

And it's quite sudden, when Vince captures my lips in his, hard. While his grip remains settled on either side of my waist now, I don't hesitate to kiss Vince back.

His tasty lips move passionately against mine, and I feel his white teeth tug at my bottom lip for a second. I mindlessly grasp onto the grey fabric of his v-neck shirt the moment Vince hoists me up without a sliver of struggle.

My legs wrap around his toned waist; our entangled lips refusing to disconnect.

Then, Vince begins carrying me to my bed.

When my back soon meets the bedsheets Vince swiftly swoops down over me - but doesn't make another move until his brown eyes are intent on mine and in question for consent.

I gently bite my lip, as his body is towered over my shorter figure, and I nod my head. Vince's deep brown eyes then flick down unto my lips, before leaning down to captivate them with his own again.

Shortly after, he pulls his light grey tee over his head before tossing it onto my wooden floor. Afterwards, my hands grasp onto his muscular arms; feeling the heat of his skin beneath my cool fingertips while his lips plant dominant kisses down my neck.

It feels as though a vigorous heat wave surges down my spine, as my fingers then get lost in Vince's short brown hair - and amongst his passionate, heated kisses, a soft moan escapes from my parted lips.

I remove my tank top, feeling Vince's warm fingertips begin to clutch onto either leg of mine; keeping his toned body between them.

And soon, he tugs at the rim of my capris - incessantly capturing my craving lips in his own full and swollen pair - seconds before my bottoms fall onto the floor.

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