Chapter12

#Chapter12

Never fight a retired boxer

Scott's POV

Never fight a retired boxer. That's the best advice I could give anyone because of my condition right now.

/"Ow./" I winced as Gabrielle inspected my cheek.

/"It's nothing serious./" She sent me a smile. /"You shouldn't have fought Jason./"

I sighed. /"I had no choice. He asked me to come to the canvas./"

/"You know there's a reason the word no exists?/" She quirked the corner of her lip.

She got up from my bed and headed to the curtains. Sliding them open, she exhaled. The sun tore through the high window, brightening up the room with its golden touch.

Her curls quivered as she strode to me. She sat back on the bed. The way the light hit her face made her look like a diva. The way it outlined her chin and made her pink lips look alive was a rare sight to behold. She was indeed beautiful. I can see why Ian is with her.

/"Let me see it again./" She touched my cheek.