"Geez...doll, not a single hit, but you used up a whole block of ammo." John sighed dramatically and clutched his heart, faking a heart attack.

"You're killing the teacher in me." He laughed, and you turned red as a tomato.

Was that even possible? To focus and do anything with his hands on your waist like that?

Definitely not.

It's impossible to get a single accurate shot with John so close.