35. All I keep thinking about.

NATE

"Come on Cage!" Alex spits out as his fist lands a solid blow to my jaw, reeling my head back in a sharp swirl. I can already taste the metallic tang of blood on my tongue as my body falls backwards.

Damn.

"Back off the ropes!" Marco yells from the sidelines just a second late after my sweaty back grazes the thick black ropes of the ring. Alex's fist lurches to attack me again, but I roll aside on the ropes, dodging his incoming punch just a hair breath past my left cheek. His fast body force of missing out on me throws his chest on the ropes, giving me just a few scrappy seconds to regain my footing.

He bounces off the ropes and snaps round at me, fists raised, stubbled jaw clenched, dark brown eyes blazing at me in thick concentration. Alex Davis stands a whooping 6ft tall, his muscular body hard and toned from years of fighting and training most of the deadliest MMA fighters around the world. He barrels towards me in an all-out attack. Shit he is so fucking fast, but his fists