ELLA POV
“Callahan,” he said.
“Do you have a first name?”
“Bryce.”
“Shame.”
His mouth twitched like he couldn’t decide whether I was annoying or entertaining.
“Cute.”
“Wasn’t meant to be.”
Mercer blew the whistle, but neither of us moved right away. Around us, the hall exploded back into noise—gloves smacking into skin, shoes skidding over mats, bodies hitting the floor, instructors shouting corrections over all of it.
Bryce rolled his shoulders once and looked me over again.
“Don’t worry.”
I almost laughed. “About?”
“I’ll take it easy on you.”
There it was.
Cami pushed closer to the surface, suddenly very interested.
Please let me take a bite.
I smiled at Bryce instead.
“Please don’t.”
His brows lifted, probably not expecting that answer, and then he finally came forward
