"Blockage?" She repeated. "I don't have a blockage."
He gave her a look, one that said, 'yeah right' and pointed at her hands. "Why are your hands trembling then?" He questioned. Zadia looked at her hands instantly, face morphing into confusion. She just realized what her hands were doing. "You're probably just still shaken up about the last time you pulled the trigger."
Thinking about that night, she cringed remembering the life she took. The first of many that were bound to happen. Zadia wiped the sweat from her face using the white see-through t-shirt she had on. Underneath it a black sports bra kept her breast sitting high. "How do I get rid of this so-called blockage?" She questioned seriously.
"Stop being afraid of guns." Roman simply stated. "Think of it as a pet or something and try not to think so much about that night." Rolling his shoulders back, he aimed the gun at one of the glass bottles. "Eyes on me." He said before shooting it, the bullet caused it to shatter. He did it effortlessly. "It's easy. Just don't even think about it. Now you try." He instructed, handing her back the gun.
Taking the gun from Roman she looked at it and aimed it high ahead. She copied his movements, rolling her shoulders back and shooting once she had the target. This time she did better, the bullet striking just inches away from the first bottle, instead of the farthest tree. "What do you think?"
"You need to arch your arm more to the right and fix your stance. It's sloppy." He told her, walking in her direction. "Let me show you." From behind her, he moved closer, wrapping his hands around hers as they held the gun. He adjusted her posture, his veiny arms pressed against her, just like his chest against her back. They were both sweaty. With his left foot, he kicked her leg, getting her to stand better. Zadia rolled her tongue from the inside of her mouth, her face heated at their proximity. She hadn't expected him to touch her, since all the other times he had, he made it seem like she was a hot pot or something. "All you've got to do is clear your mind and shoot once you're ready." He said, his chin touching the top of her head. She could feel his body vibrate as he spoke.
Taking a deep breath, Zadia felt like she was secured. Her trembling hands stopped, and she was more relaxed. Staring at the bottle ahead, she fired the gun, finally breaking the glass. "Oh shit! I did it!" Zadia yelled in excitement.
"About time," Roman muttered, moving away from her quickly. Zadia flicked the middle finger at him. He went back to his chair and sat down, having another gulp of his water. He couldn't wait to get home and wash away their mingled sweat. The cocoa butter scent coming from Zadia made him want to cut off his nose. "Try again without my assistance. Think about my face as the target."
Zadia did exactly that, taking her time to shoot off every glass bottle all by herself. "You see that?!" She shouted, jumping with joy. "I just fucking shot all those bottles without your help!"
Roman rolled his eyes. "The whole world can hear you, we get it. Now, stop jumping before you shoot something that isn't a bottle."
"You suck the fun out of everything." Zadia groaned, putting the gun on safety. "I'm not sure how you've made it this far in life, with being such a..."
"Smart person?"
"Tight-ass." She finished, setting the gun down on the huge rock near Roman. "Seriously, did someone piss in your cereal as a kid or something? It doesn't hurt to be nice, you know."
Roman grunted, "I don't have to be nice, I don't know how many times I've got to tell you that. Also, you're highly sensitive. It's annoying."
Zadia scoffed, sitting across from him in the dirt. "I'm not even close to being sensitive. I can dish things out, and handle getting dished. Do I cry every once in a while? Yes, does it make me overly sensitive, no. By the way, you couldn't grab an extra chair knowing we'd both be out here."
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