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All of a sudden, it occurred to me that he was still holding me down. The skin on his fingers was warm as he clutched my wrists. His face hovered inches from my own, and his legs and torso were actually pressing against mine. Some of his long brown hair hung around his face, and he appeared to be noticing me too, almost like he had that night in the lounge. And oh God, did he smell good. Breathing became difficult for me, and it had nothing to do with the workout or my lungs being crushed.

I would have given anything to be able to read his mind right then. Ever since that night in the lounge, I’d noticed him watching me with this same, studious expression. He never actually did it during the trainings themselves - those were business. But before and after, he would sometimes lighten up just a little, and I’d see him look at me in a way that was almost admiring. And sometimes, if I was really, really lucky, he’d smile at me. A real smile, too - not the dry one that accompanied the sarcasm we tossed around so often. I didn’t want to admit it to anyone - not to Lissa, not even to myself - but some days, I lived for those smiles. They lit up his face. “Gorgeous” no longer adequately described him.

Hoping to appear calm, I tried to think of something professional and guardian-related to say. Instead, I said, “So um…you got any other moves to show me?”

His lips twitched, and for a moment, I thought I was going to get one of those smiles. My heart leapt. Then, with visible effort, he pushed the smile back and once more became my tough-love mentor. He shifted off me, leaned back on his heels, and rose. “Come on. We should go.”

Fun reminder that voice actors aren’t authorities on ages

something i’d highly suggest for all fandoms: podfics

Am I the only one who has like a physical incapability of telling someone what the book I’m reading is about? If I ever wrote a book I’m almost 1000% positive that the summary on the back would say something along the lines of “well.. Um you know there’s this person and something happens.. And oh ya know what I can’t tell you because I want you to read it!”
No one would buy my book.