“Lose the tension from the back, Cassie. Muscles of your back are bunched, making you lose your target,” Apollo said as he was standing behind her, his hands on her back, massaging to unknot the tight muscles.
What Cassandra wanted to tell Apollo was that it was because of him that her muscles were so tight, the way he circled her waist to help her shoot an arrow, she could feel his muscles rippled with every move as well as how his breath lingered on her face.
This made it hard to concentrate. But Apollo was not alone in this. Every day Hector would come and always hold her hand while explaining the sandbox map of forces to teach her the optimal forces. The training always left her blushing. But the feeling of his hand in hers was always soothing.
And Orion, he rarely came to the train
