Alyssa
The training session after that just got worse.
My mind was a whirlwind of feelings I couldn't control, I was angry at Damon, at myself and embarrassed by Ares and so, so turned on by his closeness that I couldn't think straight.
Every time I tried to focus I just felt his chest against my back again his breath on my neck.
Ares didn't make it easy.
He kept pushing me harder and harder.
He would throw a punch and I would be too slow to block it.
It wasn't a hard hit just a light tap on my arm or my shoulder but it was enough to show me I was failing.
He was so fast so strong and so completely in control while I was a stumbling flustered mess.
"Focus Alyssa!" he barked his voice cold. "You're leaving your right side open every time a real opponent would have broken you
