"Yes," I answered simply before walking out of the door, giving him a better view of my ass, which he took advantage of, judging by the tortured groan he let out.

As we walked over to the training ground, he moved closer to me and reached down to grab my hand. I waved it away irritatedly before crossing my hands under my breast, making them stick out further, catching his attention once again.

"What are you doing?" I asked him irritably.

"Well, I am just trying to be a good mate," he says, shrugging and doing that thing where he rubs the back of his neck.

"What makes you think...