Chapter 16.2

On the verge of giving up, Hogan's rough voice came from behind.

“Your movements were tense."

A huge body overlapped mine as Hogan stood close. His chest rested on my back. And when he stretched his sturdy arms, I was locked in between.

'He’s too close.’

“The reason why you kept on messing up is because of your upper body’s posture. Keep your shoulders down,” he whispered, and his baritone voice bounced left and right in my ears. It sent shivers from my skin to my spine, and down to my toes.

I wanted to move away, but I was rooted in my spot.

“Bring the bow up to shoulder height. Like this,” he said, guiding my shoulders.

I inhaled sharply, and when I did, Hogan’s earthy and minty scent penetrated my nose. It reminded me of a calm sea, but my mind was far from being serene.

“Your arm should be fully extended, and turn away your elbow as much as you could,” Hogan said, pulling the wrist gently.

He drew the bow back in a straight line that my hand touched the side of my face.