TITLE: The Spar
GENRE: Adventure, Romance
Naturally, because he was larger, he was stronger than her. But she was quicker. So when he lunged at her and she dodged him with teasing laughter, she knew she was getting the better of him.
Why had this moment taken so long?
Why did they need to have a fake spurring match to unmask their true feelings for each other?
Fighting, she realized was their only form of communication and therapy. So of course, when finally managed to grip her arm and pull her close, she knew she had to figure out some sort of way to free herself from his grasp.
With a frown, she gave him a rough shove and he simply laughed. He laughed that haughty laugh that always drove her insane. Those beautiful white teeth leaped at her, dramatically contrasting with his rust colored skin.
She hated him.
Soon, the laughter stopped and he was looking at her with a straight expression, as if having never seen her before. She bit her bottom lip and his eyes followed an invisible trail to them.
The silence was stifling and she decided that if he didn’t do something soon, she’d just have to take matters into her own hands. Finally, he caught on and just as he leaned in, the grip on her arm loosened and just like that she was out of his grasp and she was gone again. She was, after all, quicker than him.