Page 32 of Savage Devotion
Like our forging techniques.
Like us.
Heat builds between us as we spar, not just from physical exertion but from proximity and attraction and the gradual recognition that professional cooperation has evolved into something more personal.
Inevitable. Dangerous. Worth the risk.
Our blades lock at the hilts, bringing us close so I feel his breath on my face and see the way firelight reflects in his eyes. Stepping back would require a conscious choice rather than an unconscious reaction.
Decision point. Cross the line or maintain professional distance.
Choose.
I don't step back.
Neither does he.
Attraction overrides caution and practical considerations yield to desires that have been building throughout the day. His free hand finds my waist while mine traces the line of his jaw, exploring the texture of skin that's been scarred by combat and weather but remains surprisingly sensitive.
This changes everything.
Good.
About time.
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The forge fire has died to glowing embers by the time we step apart, but the heat between us burns hotter than any volcanic ore. Ressa's breathing matches mine as quick, shallow, charged with a possibility that neither of us expected when this day began.
Control. Focus. Remember why you're here.
But she's standing so close, and her eyes reflect firelight like molten amber.
"Your footwork needs adjustment," I say, stepping back to create distance that feels like physical effort. Professional distance. Safe territory.
Coward.
Practical.
Same thing, sometimes.
She raises an eyebrow, the corner of her mouth lifting in a challenge. "Is that your professional opinion?"
"Shield-wall formations require precise positioning. Individual skill means nothing if the line breaks."
Truth. Also deflection.
Better to focus on combat technique than the way she looks in firelight.
She nods, accepting the subject change without protest, but something in her expression suggests she recognizes the tactical retreat for what it is. "Show me."
Dangerous request. Teaching requires touch, correction, proximity.
Professional necessity.
Keep telling yourself that.
