Ashley's pov

I gave in. I fucking gave in.

I squirmed in anxiety everytime Blake sent a jab towards Austin padded hands. Thwack, Thwack. The sound was begining to irritate me, a lot.

I was being stupid, afraid that he'll get hurt when the only thing he was doing was throwing punches at Austin's raised hands.

I sighed, seated down on the mat, palms pressed down on the smooth surface as I look at my husband. I tilt my head, studying his stance.

He looked like he belonged here, ...