He's ready for me, I can see the expectation in his eyes the moment my feet push me off the ground and I speed towards him. My right arm swings wide, bouncing painfully off his ridiculously hard forearm when he throws it up to block my first hit. Lost to my rage, I'm not giving up that easily, so I swing a punch at him with my other arm. He blocks this one too, but I don't anticipate it when he crouches down and grabs each of my legs before knocking me backwards off my feet.
We land on the ground, with me on my back and him between my legs while my head bounces off the mat and I let out a whoosh of air from surprise. Ryker's head comes up from where it hit me in the stomach to look me in the face and gives me a wide, happy grin that I can feel in my bones. The feeling is enough to put my anger away back where I had it locked up, and I am surprised by how easy it is for him to calm me down.
"Why are you smiling?" I scoff at him, wondering what he was thinking.
