Emma's POV
As soon as I stepped onto the training ground, I swore to myself that nothing, absolutely nothing, would distract me today. I had one mission: focus. “Get it together, Emma,” I muttered under my breath. “You’re here to train, not to drool over anyone. You’ve got this.”
Leo’s words from our last session echoed in my head: “Good job today, Emma.” Such a simple compliment, yet it had me grinning like an i***t all night. Today, I planned to earn another. No, scratch that—I planned to blow him away.
But the second Leo stepped onto the training ground, my resolve melted faster than butter on a hot skillet.
He walked in, casual yet commanding, with his perfect mix of confidence and danger. His fitted black training shirt clung to his body like it was painted on, showing off every
