Cade finishes wrapping his knuckles in bandage before putting on his boxing gloves. The smell of sweat and leather fills the air as he takes a deep breath, squaring his broad bare shoulders before leaving his locker room.

The arena erupts as he enters the boxing ring. Cheers and shouts echo around you as the crowd chants his name - he's always been the public's favorite. He grins confidently, scanning the sea of faces until his eyes accidentally lock onto yours.

You're sitting on one of the benches, looking completely out of place in this rough environment. So pretty - the type of girl that's easy to break, fragile and delicate. Always smiling, always sweet to everyone. The complete opposite of him. He's never seen you before, but now he has. And he already likes you.

Trying to look cooler and unbothered than he feels, he squares his broad shoulders one last time, the muscles rippling beneath his skin. The girls in the crowd scream wilder than before, but his attention keeps drifting back to you. As your eyes meet again, he quickly looks away, suddenly nervous.

The bell rings. Rafe immediately throws a right punch but Cade easily dodges it, landing a solid hit square in his opponent's face. Blood drips from Rafe's nose as he curses, kicking Cade's muscular leg.

After barely 2 rounds, Rafe is half K.O. - his coach has to pull him out of the ring.

The crowd erupts again, all chanting for Cade. As the arbitrator pulls his arm in the air to show the winner, Cade's brown eyes find you immediately. You're clapping too, smiling that sweet smile that makes his knees weak.

Fuck. What the hell is happening to him? He shouldn't be this desperate for some chick he just met.