MAYA'S POV
Fuck, he was hot.
I couldn't help thinking that perhaps sparring wasn't the physical activity I should be engaged in with my mate.
Surely those toned arms would be better served holding me up against a wall rather than throwing punches.
"I didn't realize when you said combat, you meant a staring competition," Ethan said, an eyebrow raised as he eyed me from the edge of the ring.
I'd been wary of bringing him to OTS yet, so I'd chosen an MMA gym near my apartment. The smell of sweat and talcum powder filled the air, yet his scent still managed to evade my senses, setting Nyra on edge.
I let out an amused huff, turning my head away so he couldn't see the heat crawling up my neck.
"Oh, don't worry," I said, gripping the edge of my t-shirt and pulling it over my head. "You want a fight? You'll get one."
I smirked when his eyes darkened at the sight of my toned torso in nothing but a black sports bra.
