I found Nathan across the ring and a ran over to him as fast as I could. When he saw me approaching, he opened his arms and gave me a dazzling smile. "Come here, princess."
Jumping into his embrace and wrapping my legs around his waist, he gripped me tightly and I let out breath. "You scared the crap out of me! Why wouldn't you tell me what kind of match it was?"
I felt him chuckle and he leaned back slightly, looking me in the eyes. He moved a strand of hair out of my face and tucked it behind my ear. "I knew if I told you, you would convince me to not do it."
"That's not true," I pouted but then after moment of thinking about it, I cocked my head to the right. "No, you're right, I probably would have."
Nathan laughed and nodded. He brought his face closer and rested his forehead on mine. "I know I'm right, princess."
The way he looked at me, with such warmth and care, it caused my heart to flutter. Simply staring at him, I sighed. "I just don't want you to get hurt, seeing you get kicked over and over scared me."
I lowered my eyes. "I don't want anything bad to happen to you."
"Nothing will happen to me, I promise you that," Nathan said.
We were silent for a moment and I realized the position we were in. My legs were still wrapped around his waist and his arms still supporting me so I didn't fall. I could feel his heart beat against my chest, we were so close. Starting to blush, I let out an awkward cough and unwrapped myself to stand up. "Sorry, was caught in the moment."
Nathan crossed his arms and cocked an eyebrow. "What do you mean, princess? The moment you ran into my arms?"
"Ugh," I rolled my eyes and threw my head back in frustration. I tried to formulate words about why I jumped into his arms like that but I couldn't come up with anything that didn't sound weird. Quite frankly, I didn't know why I did that, I just did it. After a moment of thinking, I licked my lips and felt a smirk emerge on my face. "You know, the moment where I thought you'd die or at least break a rib but didn't?"
He shook his head and then rubbed his jaw as he chuckled to himself. "You seem to forget I told you I never lose. But if getting kneed in the ribs is what it takes to get you in my arms, maybe I should do it more often."
My jaw dropped and I smacked him lightly on the shoulder. "You sir, are an idiot."
I peered through the crowd that was now dispersing and I jerked my head towards the door. "Want to go to Ed's before we head home, my treat?"
Nathan grinned and nodded his head. He grabbed his bag that was in his corner of the ring and placed his hand on the small of my back. "That sounds good to me, princess."
"Um, Nathan?" I said, glancing over at his bare chest. Nathan looked at me quizzically and I giggled slightly at his genuinely puzzled stare. "You still need to put on a shirt."
When we got to the pub, very few people were there. Which struck me as strange because Ed's is a typically busy place, even after midnight. There was only a couple people sitting at the bar stools and no one at the actual tables or booths. Ed himself was leaning against the counter and staring at the television screen across from him, watching the Simpson's.
As the door closed, Ed peered over to the entrance and his lazy gaze settled on Nathan and me. He grinned sheepishly and said, "Fancy seeing you two here at this hour."
"Good to see you too, Ed," Nathan rolled his eyes and gently placed his hand in mine and guided me to the back. I fought back a blush as he did so but I couldn't help it.
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