Page 59 of Vengeful Guard

“Now, throw your weight forward on that right leg, push everything into it.”

Paige looks at the bag, and then back at me as if we’re her enemies, and then she lifts her leg and kicks, rocking the bag and hitting her target.

I grin. “See? I told you that you could do it!”

Paige cheers and jumps around, shaking her hips and doing a little dance, and I’m definitely not looking at her ass jiggle.

“Let’s go again. Other leg.”

I put Paige back in the stance, and she kicks out again, this time, when her foot connects with the bag, it doesn’t make much of a dent.

“What did I do wrong?”

“You didn’t push your weight forward. You have to swivel your hips, just a bit.”

I put my hands on her hips and show her, slightly swiveling them to the left.

Paige lets out a long breath.

I step back, watching her form, and she kicks out with her left leg, making the bag rock, but as I expected, it’s still weaker than the right leg.

Paige frowns. “Why was that worse than the other?”

“Because you favor your right.”

She nods.

I smile. “I’m left-handed, so my left is stronger. Your right is stronger. You just have to play with your strengths. Rely on your right side so that you’ll have stronger hits. But train your left for if the right one fails.”

“Okay,” she says slowly, walking up to the bag and taking the stance I’ve been showing her.

I look on, rather proud.

She’s figured out stances already.

She turns to look back at me. “Tell me if I’m doing it wrong. Watch me.”

As if I could tear my eyes away.

As she kicks, her ass jiggles, and I curse inwardly.

I’m in so much trouble.

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PAIGE

I keep kicking and punching the bag the way that Kael showed me, and I’m sweating and panting in just about twenty minutes. I come to the gym sometimes, do my cardio, but I’ve never done this much working out.

For over an hour, he shows me how to place my feet, how to rotate my hips, how to use my body for maximum power.

When the session is over, I’m dead on my feet and ready to go to bed, though I still dread falling asleep.

This becomes our new normal. Every day, I walk downstairs and meet him at the gym after his workout, so he can teach me how to move, how to defend myself, how to use my body to my advantage.

Another day, another training.

He holds the bag. “Again!”

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