Boyfriend

Heath strolled leisurely into the training area, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt to reveal his well-defined forearms.

He flashed a smile at Aurora and said, "Let's get started."

Aurora threw a quick punch, but no matter how fast she was, Heath always seemed to dodge effortlessly, as if he was always one step ahead.

Panting, Aurora couldn't even graze the hem of his shirt, which frustrated her to no end.

She aimed a swift punch at Heath's face. Dodging to the side, he grabbed her wrist with his left hand. Aurora lifted her right arm for an elbow strike to his chest, only to be caught again.

With both hands restrained, Aurora instinctively used Heath's own force to flip over, aiming a kick. Heath sidestepped again, locking her in his arms.

Her hands twisted behind her back, pressed against Heath, he leaned in, his breath slightly ragged, whispering in her ear, "Was that move taught by Coach Lyne too?"

Aurora was taken aback. She'd been fighting o