Space was tight as fuck with five guys in the cramped changing room, and he didn’t feel like waiting around, so he slipped his uniform off in the hallway.

His night job.Īfter class officially ended, he put his gear in its place on the shelf along the back wall. Heavy thoughts stacked one upon the other like bricks, returning him to his regular burdened state. The gear weighed thirty pounds, but he always felt lighter when he wore it.Īs he shed layers, cold air touched his skin, and reality crept back into his head. Black nightmare armor that hid your face behind an ominous metal cage, yet a different kind of person. A suit transformed you into a certain kind of person. Michael hated this part of class, not because it meant practice was ending, but because it was time to remove his armor and return to his normal self. The tip of his sword cracked against his partner’s side.Įveryone bowed and set their swords on the blue matted floor before kneeling. When his partner’s sword rose to block the strike, Michael pushed for that extra burst of speed and arched his weapon down. The badness had been passed down in his blood. No matter how hard he fought against it, at his core, he was just like his dad. Right now, during the heat of the match, was the only time he gave free rein to the base, selfish instincts he battled daily. Michael scanned his partner’s black-clad form for weaknesses he could exploit. “You’re a mature adult, and you make good choices. Stella’s mouth worked without issuing words. Other than kissing.” The best kissing of Stella’s life. She might like it that her mother had discovered her male visitor.Ī brief silence ensued, followed by, “Stella dear, did you spend the night with a man?” Michael.” A breathless kind of nervousness filled her. “Who was that?” Even with the phone several inches from her ear, Stella could hear her mother’s surprise.

She watched his departure in a dazed state. Instead of leaving immediately as she expected, he leaned down and brushed a fleeting kiss to her mouth. “I need to go, but we’re on for next Friday.” Michael approached her with a fluid-limbed gait. “Stella dear, your father’s-oh, hold on a second.” Her father’s deep voice rumbled on the other end, and Stella held the phone away from her ear as her parents discussed golf and lunch plans. “I should get that.” She slipped inside, sat on the edge of the bed, and pressed the talk button on her phone with a shaky thumb. He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth as he stared deep into her eyes, looking like he was two seconds away from kissing her again. Michael tore away at once, flushed and breathing heavily. Important Reasons for Having Mirrors in Elevators

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