Michael’s nose stopped just fragments of an inch from the back of Cam’s fist. “Yes! That’s it!! Oui!! Encore!Once again!!”
Michael threw another punch and Cam deflected it, but this time, as Michael pretended to fall backward from what would have been a twisted arm and a blow to her face, her legs whipped out and swept Cam off her feet. Before Cam could draw a breath, Michael was over her and ready to land a quick, deadly blow to Cam’s windpipe.
For a brief moment, they stared into each other’s eyes. The tension between them was accentuated by their heavy breathing. Were they both really out of breath? Or was it something else?