And he liked you, because
you were indifferent to all of this.
And of course you knew
about his job, or “hobby that brings in cash” or whatever. But you knew, and
you stuck around. He didn’t expect you to though. He understood it was tough.
But you… you were strong, and everything till now told him you would hang on.
You were funny, and
carefree and a great listener. And a someone who got him closer to seriously
falling in love than anyone else ever did.
You were the real deal. And
he knew that!
So from the moment he made
the commitment of taking you on your first date, he knew he had to make it
wonderful, unfortunately, he decided to do something so out of his comfort zone
that the whole date was an awkward game of stares.
And the second one got
ruined because you had to leave earlier since a family emergency came up.
But this was third date.
And they say third time is
the charm. He seriously hopes it is.
And because first and
second date didn’t go so well, especially date one, Luke decided to stick with
the place he felt most comfortable at.
You weren’t really
expecting to be taken to a dungy, dark place that had no lights on and chirped
paint on the outside, but you smiled either way, because your phone was left at
home and his was in the car, and you liked his personality so much you didn’t
mind being in the middle of the road while it rained. As long as he was there.
It wasn’t usual. He
understood that. But he grabbed your hand either way, car keys swinging in his
fingers before he put them in his pocket, and took you to the entry of the
“The gym?” You say with an
easy, playful smile as you see the big board that announces to everyone willing
to see, the name of the facilities “Seriously?”
“You just wait till we’re
inside!” He smiled and opens the door, your hand still in a grasp within his
And you smile grew wider
once you were inside, as a single spotlight shined through the whole room,
allowing you only to see the main ring, and how a picnic was prepared for the
two of you.
You were the first one to
walk in the blindness of the room, pulling Luke’s hand and taking a leap
forwards, although you stumble down onto something that you couldn’t see, the
only thing keeping your unprotected knees from hitting the ground was Luke’s
massive force in his left arm.
He hoisted you up, laughing
as he placed a kiss on the top of your head, positioning himself behind you,
hands on your waist and lifted you so you could get past some obstacle that you
couldn’t see but he obviously knew.
“So, was the trust game in
the plans?” You ask, standing there in the dark, your goal on sight, but not
the person who was supposed to get there with you.
All you could see of Luke as
he jumped over the something you couldn’t see was the beautiful glint of his eyes…
and it was so beautiful. He laughed it off, hands fining your waist again in a
way that stole your breath.
“Take two steps forward!”
He directs, and then he directs again and lifts you and pulls you to the side
to avoid complicated things on the crowded gym “Now, leg up!” he says as you
both reach the ring, and you obey promptly lifting your leg so he helps you
inside the ring, over the chords, hands on your waist, always.
You take a seat, and chat,
and eat, and laugh and it’s the most beautiful and easy thing you’ve ever done.
This Luke was relaxed, this Luke said what was on his mind, this Luke wasn’t
hidden away behind a three-piece suit and perfectly combed hair, and a massive
check for a dinner neither of you had the possibility of enjoying.
This was the natural Luke,
the real deal, the one you liked the most.
This Luke was awkwardness
in the same dosage as yours, this Luke was a t-shirt and jeans and a pair of
sneakers, this Luke was doing something simple, something close t heart,
something romantic all by himself, without spending that much money and you
And after the food and wine
and being the slightest bit tipsy, you get up and look around the ring, whispering
“So you train here huh?”
And he nods and you put your glass of wine next to one of the poles of the
ring, standing straight “Teach me to fight Hemmings!” You tease, closing your
hands into fists and waiting for him to oblige to your playful demand
He gets up, towering over
you and his hand finds the small of your back, making pressure so you stand
straight, one of his big hands running down your whole uncovered arm in
reverence till he finds your fists and he takes your hand into his, positioning
the thumb so it was protected by your closed fingers
“It could break your thumb
if you punched like that!” He whispers ever so closely to your face and you
nod, hands trembling, legs shaking, skin rising with goosebumps.
This felt un-natural but
you saw Luke fall in the same position you were as if it was the easiest thing
on earth, and he began to lead you through the basics between laughs and
playful pinches and banter. He taught you the right way to punch, the weakest
parts of an individual, how to move, and you picked it up the best you could,
feeling positive about yourself.
Wich leads to the place you
were now, standing in front of each other. You tried your luck twice, but he
just moved out of the way delicately, as if it was a routine he had in mind
already, as if he knew your movements before you did them.
Of course this was really
frustrating, so before you knew, you were rapidly trying to connect your fist
with his ribs, as you both stood next to the chords of the ring.
But he wouldn’t allow that!
He’s way too rapid, fast,
to let something like that happen, especially coming from a beginner. And what
happens next is so fast you didn’t even saw it coming.
Before your hands could
even touch him, he grabbed your wrist, flickering it so it would touch the
center of your back and pinned you to the nearest pole of the ring, you both
staring at each other. The glass of wine you put down somewhere close to your
current position falls down the ring and breaks, and you both don’t care.
You groan, but he doesn’t
let go of your hand. Instead he lets his free hand slide down to your back as
he traces the left side of your body with his eyes, watching the curves of your
torso and the curvature of one of your breaths and your preeminent collarbones
and how kissable your throat and neck are until he reaches your eyes.
You’re already staring at
him, from the moment he laid eyes on your waist you were staring at him. From
the first time he laid eyes on you, you were staring.
Because he was beautiful,
and h was warmth and caring even though he had the extremely sexy and dangerous
side of being a boxer.
So when he meets your eyes
he pulls a little at your arm behind your back, making you jolt forward, lower
body ohh so close to him while your back remained against the pole, and
as you push forward her pushes back and his free hand gently grabs the side of
your face, lips closer then they had ever been before that night, bodies
sharing a language of their own without any of them moving.
Your lower body rests
against the pole again and he caresses your hair, a silent word of appreciation
lost in the moment as you close your eyes, mouth open the same way he is,
When he releases your arms
you pull back slightly to move to a more comfortable position, gasping for air
and opening your eyes slightly when he settles a hand against the end of your
jaw and pulls you forward, finally connecting your lips for the first time.
When you pull back for air,
your upper lips are brushing as you stare at each other’s eyes, as the hot
breaths of two people in love mix, much alike when the sea touches sand
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