You were just supposed to be sparring. A routine exercise, a way to sharpen your reflexes—but now, you were flat on your back, pinned beneath Cole’s solid frame, your wrists trapped in his strong grip.

You stared up at him, breath coming faster than it should have. His dark eyes gleamed with something unreadable, his usual playful smirk tugging at his lips. The weight of him against you was firm, steady, and despite the cool monastery air, warmth spread through you.

“You gonna let me up?” you teased, trying to ignore the heat rising to your face.

Cole tilted his head, that smirk deepening. “I don’t know… I kinda like this view.”