On the far side of the room, a black punching back hung from the ceiling. And Jones circled it in the same T-shirt and jeans he’d been wearing tonight, but he’d donned a pair of boxing gloves, viciously striking that bag. The look on his face, though—it was full of cold anger, as though he wanted to tear into someone.
this is soooo embarassingggggg 😭😭😭😭 like it's not intimidating or hot or protective or whatever because you DON'T TAKE ACTION WHEN IT MATTERS. ooh, you have physical prowess, super strength, and protective tendencies, but you only unleash it on your widdle punching bag? grow up
