Quinn tried to concentrate on the lesson, but every movement of her body under his hands sent thrills up his spine. She was so warm and soft against him, and so responsive in his fingers.
With every shot, she got a little closer to the target, but still couldn’t quite hit her goal.
“You need to anchor your shots,” he said, finally realizing she was neglecting one of the most important steps.
“What?” she said, her eyes blinking at him from so close he could see the flecks of green in her irises.
“When you pull the bow back, you should touch your index finger to the corner of your mouth.” He couldn’t resist the temptation to show her the spot, at the perfect little crease at the side of her lips. “Then, as you release the arrow, let your fingers slide back along the side of your face.” H
