Page 33 of Falcon

Chapter 8

Faith

Falcon:8120 1st Avenue. Saturday morning at 8 a.m.

I stare down at the text one more time before checking the building number I’m currently standing in front of.

This is it.

He told me to wear normal exercise gear and my hair back to keep it out of the way. I opted for black shorts and a pale pink, racerback tank top and I have my hair back in a French braid. My face is sans makeup and I have a small bag flung over my arm with a water bottle tucked inside.

I pull the door open and head up to the check-in desk.

“Hi, I’m meeting someone…” I stop when my skin does that tingly thing again.

“Faith.” His voice rakes over my skin like silk mixed with fireworks.

I turn to face him and can’t stop the smile that grows on my face. “Hi.”

“Ready to get to work?” he asks.

“I’m a little nervous, but yes, I’m ready.”

“All right then, let’s head on back.”

He places his hand on the small of my back and guides me down the hallway. He and I have not seen each other properly since he dropped me off after our date. Between work, his time with Nora, and my plans here and there with Rose, we just never connected again. So needless to say, I’ve been looking forward to this all week.

We’ve texted, of course. A lot actually. It’s been generally innocent with the rogue innuendo here and there. It’s been nice.

“There’s no need to be nervous, Faith. I’m going to take it easy on you at first. We’ll start with basics. I’ve rented out this space for us, so we don’t have to worry about sharing the room with anyone during our time, and we can have complete focus.”

We enter a back room and he flips on a light to reveal a full sparring area. It’s like a boxing ring without any ropes. There are punching bags in the corner, and the entire room is lined with mirrors. I’m assuming that’s to watch your form as you practice. It’s not a huge area, but it’s very impressive.

“The basics?” I place my bag down in the corner.

“A few types of punches and a kick. That’s a solid start for anyone to have, and once you are comfortable with those, we’ll move to more advanced stuff.”

“So what you’re saying is that you are forcing me to see you multiple times?” I take a drink from my bottle.

“That’s correct. That’s what I’m doing, yes.” He smiles then flicks my bottle, causing a bit of water to dribble onto my chest.

“Hey!” I pour a bit into my hand and smear it on his arm.

“I’ll make you pay for that, one day, when you’re least expecting it.”

“We’ll see about that. I’m pretty aware of my surroundings.” I place the bottle down and my hands go to my hips.

“Good. That’s an essential skill to have. Always be aware of everything going on around you.”

“I’m on your time, boss. Shall we begin?”

“Absofuckinglutely.”

Falcon

Is it possible she gets more attractive every time I see her? I always find something new to appreciate about her and today; it’s a small beauty mark on her neck right where a vampire would bite.

Now I want to bite it. And lick it. And kiss it. And suck it.

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