By the next morning, training didn’t slow down, it just got worse.Not harder in the way I expected, not just more pressure or longer sessions, but closer, more controlled, more precise, and way more uncomfortable than I was ready for.“Again,” Ethan said, calm like always, like he wasn’t currently standing way too close for me to think straight.I exhaled slowly, rolling my shoulders once, trying to ignore how aware I suddenly was of everything, him, the space between us, the way my focus kept slipping for all the wrong reasons.“Yeah, okay, I’m doing it,” I muttered, even though my chest already felt tight.I reached for the power, and it responded instantly.“Shit,” I whispered under my breath, trying not to react to how fast it came this time, steady and sharp like it had been waiting.“Don’t react,” Ethan said, his voice lower now, closer.“I’m not reacting,” I replied, but that was a lie and we both knew it.Because this wasn’t just about the power anymore, it was him, too close
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