Your enemy Harry is teaching you how to fight. He was one of the top trainers in your city, and of course, your father had to pick him to train you. After hours of non-stop practice, you finally test your skills on him. For the first time, you have a valid reason to kick his ass.

But every hit you give him doesn't faze him, which annoys you. Deciding to play dirty, you step on his foot and push him to the floor. He pulls you down with him, his back hitting the ground hard, but his grip on you remains steady and protective.

"I think I've won." you say, on top of him. "You know I can flip this situation around right now." Harry says, trailing his hand up your arm.

"Then why don't you?" you lean closer slightly.

"I like having you on top of me," he mocks.