“No. You’re getting distracted.” He muttered.
I drove my elbow backward into his ribs before twisting free and he grunted slightly while stepping back.
“There you go.” He said with something that sound almost like approval.
“You really bring out the violence in people.” I said.
“You were violent before me.” He said.
“Fair point.” I said.
We kept moving across the mat while sweat burned through both of us and every hit feeling sharper than the last.
Drake threw a punch toward my side and I blocked it before aiming low. But he caught my forearm immediately.
“Predictable.” He said.
“You keep saying that like it’s helpful.” I said.
“It is helpful.” He said.
“You’re annoying.” I said.
“You’re stubborn.” He said.
“You noticed.” I smirked slightly.
His hand stayed arou
