It is has been about fifteen minutes since I started helping Eric clean and we did the whole thing in complete silence. Now since everyone has arrived we stop and training has begun.
"Today we will learn about knives" he says loud and clear.
"To throw a knife perfectly you have to do three little things" he starts taking a knife from the table and twisting between his fingers.
"First turn your body slightly to the left and open your feet about 7 cm. Take the knife in your good hand and hold it like this; When you are ready aim and throw the knife forward." He then proceeded to throw the knife. His muscles flex at the movement and the knife flies at a high speed landing at the centre of the target.
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"Everyone take a target and five knives and start practicing." Four instructs is.
I choose the last target on the right next to Rafe who seems rather scared.
"You okay?"
"No, knives aren't my best friends"
"You'll be okay" I rub his arm reassuringly.
I pick a knife and examine it. It is cold and it's blade pretty sharp exactly like the knife on choosing day. I twist it in my fingers just like Eric trying to connect with the object. When I hold it it feels natural and I am pretty confident that I will be good at throwing it. I copy Eric's stance and throw the knife in one swift move.
The knife flies through the air and lands on the target. Comparing with everyone else my knife is the closest one to the centre by far.
Then I feel a pair of big hands creep up my waist.
"You are doing it wrong" I hear his voice which sends tingles down my spine.
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He adjusts my body in the right position and motions me to throw again. I take a deep breath and throw the knife. Omg. Bullseye. I did it. His hands are still there. Lingering on my waist more than they should. None of us moves and since no one is looking my hand finds it's way on top of his. He doesn't move neither and I just simply enjoy the moment before we go back to our good old selves.
