"Again."
Riley swung the sword. Grayson blocked it easily.
"You're telegraphing," he said. "I see the attack before you make it."
They'd been training for hours. The courtyard was empty except for them. Dawn light painted the snow pink.
Riley was exhausted. Frustrated. And painfully aware of how close Grayson stood.
"Show me," she said.
He moved behind her. His chest against her back. His hands covered hers on the sword hilt.
"Feel the movement," he murmured in her ear. "Don't think. Just react."
He guided her through the motion. Slow. Controlled. His body pressed along hers.
Riley's breath hitched. This wasn't about fighting anymore.
"You're distracted," Grayson said. His lips brushed her ear.
"You're distracting me."
"Am I?" His hand slid from the sword to her waist. "Should
