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His eyes looked levelly into mine as he held my wrists, but he didn't look as serious as he had<br />

during the lesson. He seemed to find this funny. "The battle cry sort of gave you away. Try not<br />

to yell next time.”<br />

"Would it have really made a difference if I'd been quiet?”<br />

He thought about it. "No. Probably not.”<br />

I sighed loudly, still in too much of a good mood to really let this disappointment get me down.<br />

There were some advantages to having such a kick-ass mentor—one who also happened to<br />

have a foot of height on me and outweighed me considerably. And that wasn't even considering<br />

his strength. He wasn't bulky but his body had a lot of hard, lean muscle. If I could ever beat<br />

him, I could beat anyone.<br />

All of a sudden, it occurred to me that he was still holding me down. The skin on his fingers<br />

was warm as he clutched my wrists. His face hovered inches from my own, and his legs and<br />

torso were actually pressing against mine. Some of his long brown hair hung around his face,<br />

and he appeared to be noticing me too, almost like he had that night in the lounge. And oh God,<br />

did he smell good. Breathing became difficult for me, and it had nothing to do with the workout<br />

or my lungs being crushed.<br />

I would have given anything to be able to read his mind right then. Ever since that night in the<br />

lounge, I'd noticed him watching me with this same, studious expression. He never actually did<br />

it during the trainings themselves—those were business. But before and after, he would<br />

sometimes lighten up just a little, and I'd see him look at me in a way that was almost admiring.<br />

And sometimes, if I was really, really lucky, he'd smile at me. A real smile, too—not the dry<br />

one that accompanied the sarcasm we tossed around so often. I didn't want to admit it to<br />

anyone—not to Lissa, not even to myself—but some days, I lived for those smiles. They lit up<br />

his face. "Gorgeous" no longer adequately described him.<br />

Hoping to appear calm, I tried to think of something professional and guardian-related to say.<br />

Instead, I said, "So um…you got any other moves to show me?”

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