A thin line of red marked his side where she had cut him.
A similar shallow cut traced her shoulder from earlier.
Aurora stared up at him, her eyes were almost glowing, her face flushing slighly as she then bit her lower lip in a coquettish manner.
The possessive spark in her eyes no longer hid behind professionalism.
"Haaa..."
Her breathing had deepened, though whether from the fight or something else was unclear.
"...You pinned me down," she muttered in a lower voice.
Gray did not shift away.
"You were off-balance, and you chose to follow me down."
Rustle...
Her hands, which had been resting loosely at her sides, began to move.
Slowly... they slid upward along his forearms, her fingertips brushing against the firm lines of muscle beneath the training fabric.
The touch was light at first, exploratory, as if testing whether he would pull away or not.
And he didn't...
