Dahlia
"Widen your stance." Hunter barked, circling me for the tenth time.
"I thought I did." I huffed, frustrated.
We had been at this all morning. My limbs were shaking, I was covered in sweat, and everything I did was completely wrong, according to Hunter.
"Watch." Hunter said, demonstrating a perfect squat. He let me inspect his form, which was probably the only perk thus far, getting to ogle him for hours on end. He eventually broke his stance and came over to adjust me. "Like this," he said, using his leg to kick out my foot more. I let out a sharp breath. His hands landed on my hips. And then those damn hands coaxed me to drop lower. I swallowed thickly as he stepped away, but not before adjusting my shoulders back, again.
When I agreed to train with Hunter, I had no idea it
