(Lucian's POV)
She didn’t answer.
I reached around her and adjusted her hands on the grip, almost feeling all the way up her arms. I fought myself to stay calm.
“Both hands,” I said slowly, softly. “Firm. Right here.”
I guided her hands around the gun.
Her breath hitched immediately. I could feel the steady rise of her chest, each inhale and exhale matching the rhythm of mine.
“Eyes on the target,” I said.
The roughness of my voice surprised me. And I could tell she felt it too.
She turned back to the board. Her cheeks flared up immediately, crimson red running all the way down her fair and slender neck.
“f**k,” I cursed lowly under my breath. This was the true test of my self-control. I inhaled sharply to ease the tension in my bones.
I steadied her hand again.
“Shoot,”
