Hey guys!

Here's the next part of this story. Thanks to everyone who reads it and takes the time to leave a review! I really appreciate it, especially since this is the first story I write here.

Anyway, I am completely frustrated with how Burzek is being handled and after reading Marina's interviews I feel like the hope is slowly fading away... what did she mean with consciously decoupling? I freaked out after reading that. That being said, the only comfort I'm finding right now is in the stories I read here and writing this one.

Hope you enjoy this chapter.

Happy Reading!!

-N

Disclaimer: I own nothing except my imagination.


There were only two ways in which I could end this day. I could go home, sit on the couch with some wine and just feel miserable about myself, or I could hit the gym and try to make something useful out of these feelings; bottles up frustration, sadness and anger. Option two it was.

I went to get all my things and left the district. I didn't want to see anymore of those pitiful looks today.

I got to the boxing gym, got changed and started to work out.

I was like a little hyper girl high on sugar, not precisely because I was happy or excited, this was the euphoria I always felt right before I would crash down, hard and fast. I had way too much energy to burn off, anger to get out of my system, and a load of self doubt that I needed to sort out and release. This was not me and I refuse to let myself go down a path of self pity.

It was just me and the punching bag, I was giving it everything I had, sweating everything out of my system.

"What the hell did that poor punching bag do to you?" I looked to see where the voice was coming from and rolled my eyes when I saw him standing there.

"What are you doing here? You don't need to treat me like I'm five you know? I can take care of myself just fine." He smiled and I could tell he was doing his best to hold back a chuckle.

"The last time I checked I was allowed to come here whenever I wanted." He threw his hands up in the air. "I just wanna work out." He shrugged when he answered as if he was stating the obvious and I just burst out into laughter.

"You never come here alone." I knew that much about him.

"Ok, fine." He gave up as he began to put the focus pads on his hands. "I didn't feel like leaving you alone tonight, and I knew you'd be here. Now lose the punching bag and let's get working on that left hook of yours."

"You are a piece of work Adam Ruzek." I said smiling. Was he the best partner I could have asked for or what?

"It's part of my charm." He shrugged and positioned himself for me to come closer and throw some punches to his hands. He knew for a fact that I loved to work with focus pads over the punching bag and I was sure that he was doing this to humor me.

We stayed there for a while, he was giving me all different kinds of combinations and every now and then he kept it simple so I could go full force on him.

I needed this so much, I needed to put my frustration out there. All the physical movement was making a turmoil of emotions in my chest. It was just a matter of time, and of course it happened, tears started to fall out of my eyes.

Adam stopped immediately and took off the focus pads as fast as he could, cupped my face and used his thumbs to wipe the tears away from my eyes before he wrapped me in his arms.

"Talk to me." his voice almost a whisper.

"I'm pissed. I feel humiliated, embarrassed even." I lightly moved out of his hold and tried to make those stupid tears from rolling down my cheeks by wiping my face with the boxing gloves on.

"I don't know where that little crazy head of yours is going, but he is the one who should be embarrassed, not you.

In fact, he should feel stupid, he's probably hating himself for what he's just lost." I chuckled and he smiled as he began to speak. "Don't laugh, I'm serious. He lost a kind, honest, fun, badass, beautiful and sexy as the hell girl. If you ask me, that's the definition of perfect right there." That little smirk stamped on his face made that whole speech ten times better, and to be honest it helped to boost my self esteem a little.

"Not perfect for Sean, though." I said with a faint smile, my eyes still on Adam's until he looked down for a second, quite a long second, as if he was trying to make up his mind on something. He finally connected back with me, he took a step closer and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

The short distance between us was making me nervous, everything he had just said was making me nervous, his touch against my face was making me nervous.

He shrugged and cupped my face. "Maybe you're perfect for me, then."

I didn't even have time to think about what he said because the next thing I felt were his lips pressing against mine, it was sweet and tender until his tongue started to ask for permission to increase the intensity and hell yeah, I allowed it.

One of his hands moved to the back of my neck and my arms desperately wrapped his waist. I was cursing myself for having those stupid boxing gloves on, I really wanted to get a grip of his shirt. Who am I kidding? I wanted to touch him.

The sweet innocent peck Adam had started was now wild and almost violent, but so unbelievably good.

We had to stop for air.

Oxygen is so overrated, I mean, I could totally survive on those kisses over oxygen any time.

Adam wasn't letting go of me and I wasn't any better. My arms were locked in place and I think I was pulling him closer to me, as if that was even possible. The spark in his eyes was burning me, he slowly closed them and put his forehead against mine trying to put that fire out.

You would think that being the smart individual that I am, I would have left the situation hanging there, let it cool off and see what step to take next. Well, I did not do that.

I slightly moved my face reaching for his mouth, I was dying to attack those lips again. Apparently he was too.

The brush of my lips against his did nothing but re ignite that fire, this time there was nothing shy or innocent about it. My arms moved to wrap his neck, the only contact being me forearms with his skin. I should have taken those gloves off when I had the chance. I could feel Adam's hands tightly gripping my hips, pulling me closer to him, and our mouths… those were completely out of control. They were exploring every inch of each other, this new side of us that we didn't know about.

The stupid lack of air was making us stop again and that's when I snapped out of it. This had to stop.

I can't do this. I can't treat Adam as if he was some random rebound guy, because he isn't. Not even close.

"Um, I have to go." Really Kim? Is that the best you can do? I would have slapped myself right there.

"Yeah, sure." He was slowly loosening his grip on me and I was instantly regretting my decision. "I should get going too, I guess." Adam was nervous and this was so damn awkward.

"Ok." I hesitated, what was I supposed to say now? "See you tomorrow." Smooth, real smooth Burgess.

I turned around to leave for the locker room and get my stuff, but I was stopped by Adam's hand holding my elbow and spinning me around.

He shook his head before he spoke. "No way, we're not leaving like this." He snaked his arm around my waist and kissed me again. My arms instinctively wrapped his neck again as I completely gave in to the moment. Adam slowly pulled away, I sighed and he smiled. "Now you can go."

"Actually, I can't if you don't let go of me."

"My bad." He let go. "See you tomorrow." The smirk on his face was melting me. I needed to leave or things were really going to get out of control. I turned around and headed to get my things and replied facing the other way, I wasn't strong enough to hold the burning look in his eyes and that sexy little smirk I knew he was still sporting.

"Good night, Ruzek."