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“How was training?” Marcus asked as he let Ava into his apartment two hours later. The rumbling of thunder accompanied his words, and Ava was glad that the gray clouds that had appeared during her class were going to turn into rain. She loved storms, loved being safely curled up in bed or on the couch while rain lashed against the windows. And there was something about cloudy weather and the sound of rain that brought out her best work when she was sketching. “Great,” she replied. She’d showered and changed after the lesson, making her sweat-free, so she didn’t hesitate to rise up on her toes and kiss him. “I beat the s**t out of one of the guys,” she told him proudly once she’d pulled away. It was an exaggeration, of course, but she had bested him, so she wasn’t exactly lying. “That’