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Pride Looks Good On You

Malia's POV

Ronan had faster reflexes than me of course. He dodged. He needn't have. Because somehow I ended up tripping over my feet and landed on the floor.

I remained on the floor and muttered an unladylike word. Thankfully I wasn't hurt. Ronan came to where I was sprawled on the floor and bent over me.

“Are you okay?” He asked. I looked up at him and saw that he was trying so hard not to laugh.

“I'm going to kill you and go to hell,” I muttered under my breath.

He saw the intention in my eyes and moved as far away from me as possible as I got to my feet.

I chased him around the room till I ran out of breath and plopped down on the floor. Ronan still looked like he could go at it for hours. He had barely broken a sweat.

He grinned at me and I glared at him.

“That was fun,” he said.

“Son of a bitch,” I murmured.

“My mom would be offended,” he replied with a smirk.

I ignored him and focused on slowing down my heartbeat to normalcy.

The sweat made my T-shirt cling to my skin
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