Page 28 of Falcon

“Did you mean what you said? About teaching me some things to defend myself?” She pulls all her hair over one shoulder then slides her hands into her back pockets.

“I did.”

The thought of this woman in a ring or cage with me is enough make me rock-hard in the blink of an eye.

“Can we do that this weekend?” she asks sweetly.

“Absolutely. I’ll find a gym around here with the equipment we need and I’ll call you.”

“That sounds good.” She extends her helmet to me, offering it back.

“That’s yours. Keep it.”

“I just didn’t know if you’d need it for someone else.”

“No.”

She looks back at her house then fishes her keys from her purse.

“Thank you again,” she says.

“I’ll walk you to your door.”

She glances over my shoulder and giggles. “We have an audience.”

“What?” I spin around and see Nora peeking out the window of her house with Arya perched right next to her, head tilted to the side.

“They are so adorable sometimes.”

“They are ridiculous.” I laugh and wave my hand, shooing them away.

Nora and I have a silent, motion-filled, quick argument before she finally relents and closes the curtains, leaving us alone.

We climb the wooden steps to her front door and she turns to face me again.

“Well, goodnight, Falcon.”

“Goodnight, Faith.”

I lean in slowly, and I see her take a deep breath, holding it. She’s waiting for a kiss, but I bypass her lips and place a gentle peck to her cheek.

I want to woo this girl, not ravage her.

Well, I want to ravage her, but not yet. She’s the kind of girl who needs to be earned, and goddamnit, I will earn her.

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