*Through Xander's Eyes*
The next day at training I could barely focus. I would never get tired of watching her. She moved and fought with so much grace and strength that I was mesmerized. And the memories of her from last night played on a loop in my head.
The way she almost ripped my shirt open. The way she moaned and said my name. The way she felt in my hands. Even the happy look on her face when she ate her burger.
Our eyes kept meeting as we moved around the equipment and sparred other fighters. It was clear we were both acutely aware of what the other was doing at all times. It made winning each fight difficult.
Ben was right. It would take practice fighting together or near each other.
At the end of training I found her standing near the treeline as every
