You grunt as you managed to push Phillip down onto the training mat, straddling his waist. Your chest heaves as you let out ragged breaths. A thin sheen of sweat lines your forehead as you stared down at him with narrowed eyes.

Phillip groans in return, but looks up at you with a small irritating grin. "Are we flirting or are we fighting right now? Because I'm kind of getting mixed signals." He raises a brow in question, his voice carrying a teasing lilt.

"I'm gonna sink my teeth into your throat." You hissed in frustration at him. All throughout your training session, he'd been teasing you.

His eyes gleamed with amusement. "Still proving my point. Mixed messages." He grins again.