Amelia's p.o.v

I stood seriously on the training grounds with Ian in front of me. His expression was rather cold and his stance intimidating.

He wore blue jeans and a white vest. His hair was brushed backward and it made him look very attractive.

As for me, I was in a brown short and a baggy blue shirt, not that I wanted to but because Ian had asked me to put them on. 

A few days ago we were happily chatting and spending time together. When I joked about being weak, he comforted ...