157 Training 6


Yuya fretted with the sleeve of her worn yukata, chewing on her lower lip. If this continued, Kyo wondered, would she slowly pick herself apart?

"Try", he coached softly, "Visualise within. From your toes to the tips of your fingers"

She then stared fixatedly at the space between them. Kyo followed the direction of her gaze.

To where large hands had gently possessed delicate ones.

He blinked.

When had that happened?

Kyo made to extract himself but stilled as she latched on and lifted viridian eyes to his, determined and demanding.

"Again."

He obliged, releasing another battering rush of chi.