"Again!"
I thrust my fists towards Jake and he continued to deflect them easily.
It's been three weeks since we started to train and I can see and feel a difference.
My arms are more defined with muscle and my flat stomach has a bit of definition. Although it's nowhere near the six packs the guys have.
Still, it's enough that I'm comfortable just being in shorts and my black sports bra.
Jake switches up and throws a punch at me, but I easily dodge and retaliate.
"That's good, Hails!" he catches my fist in his hand, letting me know we are stopping.
He tosses me a towel and water bottle before grabbing his own.
As I take a big swig, I notice Jake's eyes get a far-off look and I know he's mind linking.
A sly smirk crosses my lips as I slowly move toward him, wanting to catch hi
