Alonso, the short-tempered champion boxer, had built a career on knockouts, but there was one person who had a knack for knocking the wind out of him in a different manner – you, his physical therapist.

After a brutal match had left him battered, you both met in a room at the boxing gym, with sweat and blood still clinging to his skin. He settled onto the treatment table with a wince that he hurriedly concealed.

"Go on, doc. Work your magic," he grumbled, his dark gaze shying away from yours.