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running out of time, so I walk back toward the front of the class and go over basic kicks—front, side, and roundhouse. I demonstrate several times and tell them all to practice with me.
    After a few minutes, I have them rotate between punching and kicking. I remind them to focus on keeping their stance while working on both.
    I look around and notice many unbalanced girls. I chuckle to myself as I see them all try really hard. I make my way to the back since I haven’t been there yet. I notice a few girls stumbling as they try to switch between punching and kicking.
    “ Steady.” I grab her hips and angle her body the right way. “Balance your hips and keep your feet apart. Flex your arms and focus on keeping everything tight.” I align my body with hers, showing her exactly what I mean.
    “ Like this?” Her voice is laced with seduction and I know exactly what she’s doing.
    “ Yes. Great.” I back away and brush a hand through my hair. This is definitely going to be a long eight weeks.
    I walk behind the last row and watch as they all try to mimic my moves. There are a couple of girls on the way end whom I presume are the ones that stumbled in late.
    I rub the back of my neck as I watch the one on the end. She has legs for days, all tan and solid. It’s not hard to notice them, but her stance is all wrong as she pushes her ass out and bobs her feet back and forth.
    Oh , god.
    “ There’s a reason being late to my class is not something I usually allow,” I growl, gripping her hips with both hands. I immediately feel her body tense from my fingers. I push myself closer to her and she shivers underneath me.
    She ’s clearly nervous around me, so I take the opportunity and adjust her body to what her stance should be. I place my foot in between her feet and push her foot farther to the right, opening her legs wider.
    “ Make sure your legs are parted. Bend your knees slightly.” I hear her swallow. Hard. She doesn’t speak. She only nods at my demands. I can feel the heat radiating off her skin the longer I touch her. “Relax. You’re too tense,” I say against her ear. Her long blonde hair is pulled up in a high ponytail, exposing the goose bumps on her neck and shoulders.
    Her body eases into mine as she straightens her back and perfects her stance. My foot is still in between her legs along with my hands on her hips. She trembles, her body giving her away completely. She’s obviously affected by me and from the way that I’m touching her. I haven’t even seen this girl’s face, but I know there’s something about her that makes me eager to spin her around.
    “ Perfect,” I whisper.
    At that moment, it’s just her and me. I feel her steady breaths as I stand against her. Back away , I tell myself.
    Hell no.
    I notice the rest of the room is silent as everyone stares at us. Shit . I rub both hands up her arms and land on her shoulders, placing a quick, easy pat. “Good job,” I say casually as the class watches me intently. I hear her breath hitch, as I feel something rough against my thumb on her right shoulder.
    I glance down and notice a scar underneath her thin tank top strap. My own breath hitches as I recognize that very fucking scar.
     

 
    Chapter Ten
    Cecilia
     
    I can ’t believe I made it through another year of college. It ended up being better than my first—much better. I was finally able to open up more and even make friends besides my roommate, Katelynn.
    I met Brandon spring semester in World History. He sat behind me, and we were matched up to be partners on an assignment. He’s smart, funny, and so sweet. The very opposite of Bentley’s domineering behavior.
    We had spent six weeks together researching and planning our presentation. We ’d meet at the same café every Tuesday and Thursday, and he’d always buy me a latté and a croissant, without even asking me. He always insisted that I needed my caffeine and food. After a while, we’d hang out outside of class and