6. Two Questions

YILEYNA

I quickly turned away, my cheeks burning as I gulped the rest of the coffee down. I felt him move away, so I quickly placed my mug down and stood up, trying not to groan at the ache in my muscles. I slid my arms out of the shirt, holding it firmly as I twisted it around, sliding my arms back in and buttoned it up.

I turned back towards him, his arms now spread over the top of the couch as he glared into the fire, his brows creased in concentration.

“Thanks for saving me.” I remarked gratefully, tugging at the sleeves of the shirt and stared down at the ground.

I surely must look a sight in these oversize pants and shirt. Now, what do I do?

I sat down on the small couch and pulled my knees up against my chest, feeling exhausted.

“You may not have been at their level, but you shouldn’t push yourself to that extent where you cannot even defend yourself, especially somewhere secluded.”

“Hmm, I didn’t think that would happen, I just thought to train… I'm lacking in far more t