Chapter 42 - Sparring

Maddie moved away from the Dark Night heir, settling into a stance away from the cliff side, ready to begin the hand-to-hand sparring. The rain was getting heavy, soaking into her clothes and softening the ground at her feet, the distant roll of thunder stirring an excitement in her belly. She wiped a few drops from slipping over her brow and then set up her guard. She wondered if Michael would finally put on a t-shirt. She watched as the rain drizzled against his body, tracing the path of the droplets as they smoothed over his chest and caught on his abs, before soaking into his waistband. Her tongue snaked across her lips, wanting to taste the trail it had drawn over his skin.

A sharp cough snapped her eyes to his. Heat pooled in her cheeks at the knowing look that greeted her. Michael held her gaze for two beats of her heart before he slowly prowled his own downward. It was his turn to roam her form and she stood still, like she couldn’t trust her next move around him. Her t-shi