Despite the awkwardness, I had no choice but to follow Zane inside.
For the entire day, it was just the two of us in the shooting range.
He stood close. His body was pressed against mine.
“Hold it with both hands, spread your arms, and focus on the target ahead.
“Relax your breathing, keep your eyes forward.
“Relax.”
Zane’s hands gripped mine. His chest was pressed tightly against my back. His warm breath brushed against my ear.
“Focus, or you’ll miss the target.”
Maybe it was because we were standing so close, I actually started having thoughts I should not be having.
Yet, there was an odd sense of familiarity that made it hard for me to place who Zane really was.
I cursed myself in my mind.
Just because he was good-looking did not mean I should feel this sense of deja vu. People did not even use such cliche pickup lines anymore.
Before I could focus again, Zane had already guided my hands. The gun fired.
Bang.
The bullet hit the bullseye.
I looked up. There was excitement in my eyes as I met his deep gaze.
He looked down at me. Suddenly, the atmosphere between us turned into something more intimate.
Maybe it was the dizzying atmosphere, or maybe he was far too irresistible.
I lost control for a moment.
I grabbed Zane’s collar and pulled him down toward me. Then, I pressed my lips against his.
I had only intended for a brief touch.
However, Zane’s gaze turned intense. He gripped my waist and deepened the kiss.
Lost in the heat of the moment, Zane lifted me into his arms and carried me toward the nearby lounge.
