Chapter Thirty-one

Amelia's POV

The night was falling, meaning I had little time to spend with Alpha Grayson. We sat comfortably in a booth which was in a diner, the mood was set and all we needed was the lines. I wanted answers to my questions and seemed willing to answer them, we had ordered our food and all we were going to do was talk and eat. We both needed this.

"So, uh how's training?" I asked, twiddling my thumbs in my lap as his intense gaze settled on me. He shrugged and leant back in his seat, his eyes never leaving mine and breathed in and out. "Intense. A lot of weightlifting, sparring and using my other senses to help me beat my opponents. The warriors here are tough, like really tough and it's a training that I've never done before." he answered, giving me a small smirk as I took it all in.

"What about therapy? What do you guys talk about?" I said, the nerves in my body crawling it' way up under his stare. My skin felt hot as his eyes travelled everywhere, even though it made me feel que