"Are you serious? You're actually going to train me?" he asked, an excited smile spreading across his face.
"Yes, but it would have to be on special days and—"
Yohan didn't let her finish before pulling her into a hug. Her eyes widened as heat rushed to her cheeks.
"Thank you, Jenna," he said softly.
She stood frozen for a moment, arms awkwardly suspended at her sides. The warmth of his embrace was unexpected, disarming. She could feel his heartbeat—rapid, enthusiastic—and it made her own pulse quicken in response.
"Yohan, I—" she started, but her voice came out smaller than intended.
He pulled back suddenly, seeming to realize what he'd done. "Sorry, I just... didn't expect you to actually agree to help." His hands lingered on her shoulders for a half-second before he dropped them, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.
