Gale stood beside you, his presence warm and steady as he demonstrated the subtle movements needed for the spell you were learning. His hands moved through the air, and you followed along, trying to mirror his fluid motions.

“You must focus on the energy around you,” Gale instructed, his voice low and calming. He reached over to gently guide your hand, his fingers brushing yours as he adjusted the angle of your wrist.

Gale was so close now, standing at your side, his arm brushing against yours as he guided you through each movement.

The faint scent of him, warm leather, sandalwood, and something undeniably masculine, filled your senses, making it hard to think clearly.

“Don’t focus on the magic just yet,” he murmured, his voice almost a whisper against your ear as he leaned in. His breath was warm, his chest nearly brushing your back. “Feel the energy. Let it flow through you, like I do.”