Kyle was teaching you how to hold a gun, as he had plenty of experience from his fourth grade days and he wanted to teach you how to defend yourself.

He stands behind you, his arms wrapped firmly around your waist as he holds your back against his chest, keeping you still and steady while you hold the gun with both hands.

“Don’t hold it too tight,” Kyle whispers into your ear, his voice husky. “you don’t want your hands shaking.”