As I took a shaky breath, trying to compose myself after watching Thalindra's intense training, my mind seemed to skip over all rational thoughts.
She was unbelievably strong, with every move executed with such precision it almost made me forget we were training.
Her stance radiated control and discipline, each step as fluid as it was powerful. And just when I thought I couldn't get more distracted, she casually shrugged off her shirt, revealing taut muscles and the glimmer of sweat along her perfectly sculpted abs.
"Oh," I muttered, barely able to hold my composure as I tore my gaze away. My cheeks were probably a very visible shade of red.
Why couldn't I just focus on training? I scolded myself. But even as I tried to look somewhere else, my gaze kept flicking back to her, especially as she threw a sidelong glance my way, eyebrow raised. Of course, she noticed. Her smirk confirmed it.