Eliza nodded, feeling more confident with his guidance. Vaughn's hands lingered on hers for a moment longer, his touch reassuring. "You're doing great, Eliza. Now, let's take a shot."
He stepped back slightly, giving her space but staying close enough to guide her if needed. Eliza took a deep breath, aiming at the target. She squeezed the trigger gently, the gunshot echoing in the room. The bullet hit the target, not quite the center, but close enough to bring a smile to her face.
"Good job," Vaughn said, his voice filled with pride. He moved closer again, his hands once more covering hers. "Let's try again. This time, focus on your breathing."
Eliza nodded, feeling the steady rise and fall of Vaughn's chest against her back. She took another deep breath, aiming carefully before squeezing the trigger again. The shot hit closer to the center this time.
"That's it," Vaughn murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. "You're getting better with each shot."
