Adrenaline

Rafael

-What devil had tempted him to do this?- 

He was courting danger and he was not referring to the sparring session with her. His blood was boiling but not from the excitement of the fight. The adrenaline coursing through his veins was from something else. More from his baser needs. He thought the cold morning shower would help. He was so fucking wrong. His blood was simmering once more and he had to exercise utmost control not to yank her to him and kissed her senseless and wiped the smirk of confidence on her angelic face. -Arrogant little minx.-

Rafael's dark eyes couldn't keep from hungrily assessing her svelte, supple curves lovingly covered by a spandex sports bra and tights. His mouth went dry and he cursed his stupidity. These types of female sports attire should be banned forever.

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