ETAN
He'd woken with renewed resolve to keep his physical distance from Ayleth, to enjoy being near her and to focus on their future, but not to touch her.
They were both subdued when training began. Borsche and Falek still hadn't recovered their good humor and worked them hard for the first hour, so there wasn't a lot of time or attention to give to anything else.
But between having to watch her move for hours in leathers that clung to every curve, and the moment halfway through the session when her hair fell out of its braid so she became a whirlwind of fire-red hair and bright blue eyes, pink cheeks, and whip-quick strength…
It was torment.
By the time Falek ordered a break for water, Etan was panting not just because of the exercise. Ayleth must have caught the look in his eyes, because he would have sworn her the pink in her cheeks grew as she rested.
