That night, Andrew drove Francesca back to the villa on the hill.

"Andrew, you were amazing today. Even Finley couldn't beat you!" Francesca exclaimed, her gaze flickering away from his.

Andrew raised a brow. "What's wrong, Fran? You've been acting weird the whole way home."

Francesca's cheeks turned red. "It's nothing… I just think we should sleep in separate rooms tonight."

Andrew smirked. "What, your period came?"

"Shut up!" Francesca snapped, her face burning. "Can't a girl just want some space?"

Andrew grabbed her wrist, his voice firm. "Nope."

She struggled for a moment before giving up. "Ugh, you're such a jerk!"

Blushing, she dove under the covers. If she could not fight him, she might as well enjoy it.

With another night of aching muscles coming, she could not help but feel both nervous and excited. She thought Andrew had way too much energy.

However, just as she braced herself, Andrew suddenly said, "Get some rest tonight. I need to train."

Before she c