He closed the distance between us, stopping about a foot away. He held his hands up, blue boxing pads covering them. I eyed them. “Am I supposed to punch you or something?” “Unless you’d rather make out?” I slammed one closed fist into his waiting palm. “Whoa. Okay. Wasn’t expecting you to have any power, but that wasn’t bad.” I smiled sweetly. “I imagined it was your face.”
