Nadia
“You’re ready to begin combat training today,” Vincent announced one morning at breakfast.
“Really?” My eyebrows shot up over my coffee mug. I’d almost forgotten that combat training was the purpose of our new physical conditioning regimen – the pleasure (and frustration) of exercising with Vincent had driven it out of my head.
Despite that, I did feel ready. I felt more recovered every day, and conditioning was building my physical confidence, as I got to know my body. In fact, I felt better and more confident all around than I ever had – except when it came to my feelings towards Vincent.
And Vincent’s feelings towards me.
Suddenly, I realised that combat training would mean sparring with Vincent – and sparring meant we’d touch again. Vincent had carefully avoided so mu
