Chapter 32. Sore but Functional

I rolled my eyes again, almost losing them in my skull. "No, you horny hound dog, just letting me know you were 'intimate' with one of them would have sufficed."

"And how should I have started that conversation?" he snorted. "Good morning, Brinley, I fucked someone yesterday. How was your night?"

He had a point.

"I...I don't know," I growled and shook my head.

His eyes softened. "You are adorable; truly, I love your innocence."

I glowed a tiny bit under his praise, but I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of knowing it. Not now.

...maybe later.

I stood to my feet, and huffed playfully, "Whatever. Now get off your ass and let's continue."

Langdon did as ordered and began again, this time giving me instruction on roundhouse kicks, explaining the finer points of technique and also how to defend against it.

"Let's start with you, watching me do it, and learning the defensive side, and then we'll have you practice the strike."<