Mason and I were both on our high school team.”“There isn’t anything like that back home. The main source of entertainment is gladiatorial comba.... There wasn’t a day where no fights were going on.”“Oh really? Perhaps I’ll have to start a few leagues when we go back. Gladiatorial matches seems like it would be fun, but also seems like it would get boring after a while.”“It can be,” she nodded. “They’re always bringing new talent in, and the leaderboard matches are always a big draw. Everyone. When we reached the kitchen there was a note from Becky’s mother to set the table and do some other prep chores for dinner since she had to step out to get something. I helped her with the silverware and plates, and the turkey in the oven smelled great. I was famished due to the workout I’d just been through.When we were done we sat on the couch and relaxed. She sat in my lap and hugged me, “I knew that you were the one. That was beyond amazing.”“Thank you, or… your welcome,” I fumbled over my. As she walked closer to the lights, he saw her lush behind clearly before she dove into the pool. He watched her silently, she was swimming like the devil was after her, obviously trying to clear her mind. He had no idea what possessed him to walk down by the pool, but he couldn’t’t stop himself, he was drawn to her. He stood close to the edge. Looking down, he could watch her swim all day, her body was magnificent, her moves so precise, so even, so angry. She stopped when she saw him,. After a year I can—" "You are so not going to throw your life away over a guy. Even if he is like, off the hot-o-meter." I'm not—" Marce."I sighed. She was right. But shit. "Bevvie? What am I going to do?"She raised one big shoulder in a jerky shrug. "You'll long distance it, I guess." Jean-Luc isn't going to want to do that," I said."You don't know that," she said."You don't get it," I said. "He's not like..." I let my sentence trail into nothing. I was going to say he's not like normal guys.