Rise of The Fallen
Getting up suddenly I put my hand on Kenneth’s shoulder, the touch sending a zing through me; he looked up at me confused.
“Wanna spar?” I said, making sure a playful tone was laced through the question. He smiled, a silky and mischievous smile, making my skin crawl.
“Sure, I could use a stretch.” Grinning he got up, and raised his arms in a stretch, his shirt raising up slightly exposing his toned stomach. My throat went dry, what the hell was wrong with me. He leaned close, so that only I heard his next words, a husky whisper of a sentence.