Grappling Tension

Celia's POV

After his declaration that he liked me, we avoided the topic. Greta had walked back into the room right after, fracturing that heavy moment, and we never picked up the pieces. Instead, we poured every ounce of our unspoken, simmering tension into daily training. We used sweat and bruised knuckles to replace the words we were too scared to say.

Kaelen demanded we hit the forest arena