Demonic little things

Alari's pov

Damien and I made our way back to the castle after a lot more sparring and correcting my form way too many times.

Kyle had showed up about two hours in, joining Damien at pointing out my mistakes as Lesley and I fought.

My muscles were tense and begging me for a break by the time I hit the shower.

Damien joined me and as much as I loved my time with him in the shower, my mind couldn't help but going back to when I was fighting with Lesley.

I couldn't stop thinking about how I always caught hits that were for sure supposed to hit, nor explain the rush I felt when my mind opened up everytime it happened.

“You're not here” Damien whispered into my ear, successfully bringing me back to the current and making my body shiver.

“Sorry, can't seem to stop thinking about today's training” I said, turning around so he could wash my back.

“Yeah you were awesome love, and a quick learner” he said and I only hummed, wondering if he didn't notice.