Guilty Pleasures. Lila's pov

 "Okay, the idea is to be rigid, don't flow with the wind but against it. Make your hand firm and plunge…" Derek read out while teaching me the stance of fighting with my wooden dagger. He did as he said and urged him to do the same.

 I imitated him but missed my poise. 

 "Your elbow should be curved fine." He said.

 "Well, I don't know how curved it should be." Frustration cuts through my voice.

 "Okay." He stood upright and plodded behind me, closing the distance between us so that our skin touched. His emanating warmth was the best thing I could feel that instant. 

 I relaxed into him and a grin escaped him.

 "I didn't say to rest on me, silly." His nice soft lip rested on my ear giving it an impulsive twitch.

 I swiped my lower lip with my tongue and bounced to where I was.

 "Okay. So?"