Seth moved like a measured machine, every strike letting out a reverberating hum.
His biceps torqued with grace, as his sweat-soaked skin glistened with each spark ignited at every strike, illuminating his finely sculpted, steel-coiled muscles.
Kylie swallowed, shaking her head and patting her face with both hands. As much as a feast for the eyes this was, she also had a job to do.
So after giving a lingering, reluctant gaze, she turned her focus back to the God Hand device.
Her eyes flashed. Suddenly, deep down, she didn't want to be outdone by Seth. She wanted to prove that she was worthy.
Worthy of what? She didn't know. This feeling in her chest was alien to her.
She had barely met this guy for a day, and she was already bordering on obsession.
It was as if every biological drive in her body craved Seth.
They had been dormant for so long, naturally because she thought she was above everyone. She always saw herself as superior, always the better.
