C8 Chapter Eight

Chapter eight

Alessio

My arms' forearm hair stands up. All of our senses were on alert. I turn around, grab her by the waist, and raise her off the ground.

What a coward you are. She snarls, "I bloody hate you," and then raises her fists. I duck. Her knuckles brush against my jaw, my groin tightens, and my balls hurt, therefore I must be losing my touch. She's in my arms as I clench them