As Logan continues to fire his crossbow, I take a step forward and stand behind the hunter. The bolt misses its target by a large margin and lodges itself into the bark of a nearby tree. I wince, seeing the intensity of the deviation, but I quickly hide my expression as I step forth and wrap my arms around his sideway-standing frame.
"Please tell me it's at the very least funny to watch.", the hunter grumbles as I hug his side.
"Why would I find it funny?", I ask, my head is now resting on his shoulder, as I feel a sense of comfort and coziness from this position. His close physical presence causes a new rush of excitement to surge through me. This is completely different than our previous sessions. The amount of intimate physical contact has skyrocketed and I'm enjoying every single one of them.
As Logan lowers the weapon, I tilt my head up to face him. I notice the warmth in his leaden-blue orbs as he gazes at me. "Well, the teacher is currently discovering from square one.", he explains.
I shrug, "You're fault that you picked something so difficult to start with."
The male hums and crosses his arms, forcing me off his shoulder in the process. With my body no longer pressed against his, a small whimper of protest escapes from my throat. "Did you bring the silencer then?", Logan asks, his eyebrow raised.
At his words, I pull out my gun and offer it to him. Logan takes it and tests out its grip for a couple of moments. He manipulates the gun with a certain level of skill, and I can't help but feel impressed at his proficiency in handling weapons of all types. With another glance at my pistol, he turns back to me with a questioning look. "I didn't own one for H-74, only for H-23, H-43, and H-92.", I explain. "Want to use H-43 instead?"
We can't just use any gun without silencers in this neighborhood, because the noise would certainly alert the neighbors and potentially the cops as well.
With a contented nod, the hunter takes his position to shoot at the target, as I return to hugging his side. His lips stretch and a small smile creeps onto his face, as he feels the press of my chest against his left arm. He fires at the target, missing the center by only three rings. "Better?" I ask with a peck on his cheek.
"Quite indeed.", Logan answers before turning in my arms to face me. When I give him a smile, his response is unexpected, as the playful mood suddenly dissipates. My confusion about the abrupt decline in his mood is evident, and I tilt my head. "Did I hug you like this back then?", he suddenly asks, his voice gone down an octave.
I'm left momentarily speechless, trying to understand what he meant until I realize it. Shaking my head, I cup his face, "No, you didn't. It's just me. And this is just me as well~", and press my lips to his. The silver-haired male places his hand on my back and leans in to press our bodies even closer together as he reciprocates my kiss.
As our lips part, I give him a playful smirk, "I hope this isn't inappropriate though~" A chuckle erupts from his chest and he averts his gaze while his cheeks get tinged with a hint of red.
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The flick of the trigger sends the bolt flying towards the target with a satisfying twang. With Marcus allowing me to train with his custom-built bow, hitting the target becomes much easier. My friend pats my shoulder encouragingly, showing encouragement, before walking over to the mechanical targets to test out his rifle.
I glance at the silver-haired male training beside me. His efforts in enhancing his non-dominant hand are evident as he alters between his hands. It's a clear indication that this change in his combat style is a permanent one, and not a temporary adjustment made due to his injury, ultimately leading him to become an adept double-wielder. Logan's tenacity is an admirable trait, one that will surely serve him well.
