Ava’s POV
Tuesday came way too damn fast.
By five forty-five, I was already at the gym.
Gloves slammed against heavy bags. Shoes squeaked across mats. Someone grunted as a body hit the floor inside the cage.
Normal Tuesday night.
I sat on the edge of the mat wrapping my hands while two fighters sparred several feet away.
“Hands up, dumbass!”
The younger fighter immediately corrected his guard.
His opponent caught him with a kick anyway.
I laughed.
“Little late now.”
He flipped me off.
“Love you too.”
“Picking on people again?”
I looked up.
Ezra stood over me, sweaty as hell.
“You smell.”
“I've been training.”
“You still smell.”
He lifted his arm toward me.
I shoved him away.
“Don't.”
He laughed.
The front doors opened.
I glanced over.
There they were.
Cloe, Josie,
