Cyra

It sounds cliché, but Yorick is poetry in motion when he fights. He’s beautiful. Even when he falls, it’s somehow graceful and athletic.

I knew he wouldn’t lose. He just had that look on his face like he refused to lose. Perhaps I need some lessons from him. That thought makes me smile as he is announced the winner and he jogs back to our group with that panty-dropping smile aimed right at me.

Yeah, I’ll be dropping these panties for you later, Alpha.

He’s about to kiss me when ...