It was my first time...

Isabelle POV

I opened and closed my eyes, hummed getting comfortable but felt something warm under my palm. I opened my eyes to only meet with a muscular stomach, I glanced down to see my right leg is between their's and half of my body is on them.

I peered up to see a sleeping Cyrus with both of his arms wrapped around me. My eyes widen and my cheeks turned red because of the embarrassment. I slowly pulled my leg from his and removed his arms.

I froze as Cyrus made a low sound shifting his arms, patting my head. I took a minute before trying to remove his arms off me.

Oh god! he flipped us so now he is having his one leg between mine and half of his body on mine. I blinked my eyes looking at the ceiling, I can feel my heart beating louder than ever. I never felt this before nor I was close to the opposite sex.

I groaned trying to push him off me, he weighs like a hippo, "Cyrus... Cyrus!"

After calling him many times he slowly opened his eyes. "Why are you waking me up this morning, sleep." He said hugging me tightly.

"Huh? Hello get up you idiot you weigh like 100 hippos." I started pushing him off.

He released me and I sat on the bed not even caring that my hair looks like a birds nest. "Why are we like this?!"

He rubbed his eyes "like what?" he asked me like he doesn't know anything.

"Where is the pillow wall I built?"

"It's a pillow wall so, I smashed it." Sarcasm laced in his voice.

"Why?" He leaned upon his elbows staring at me as he yawned.

"You were warm, I removed the pillow's between us," he replied making me look at him like he has grown heads.

I threw a pillow at him and it hit his face directly, I laughed when I saw the shocked expression on his face before it turned into an evil smirk. He threw three pillows at a time making me fall back on the bed.

I threw all the things I saw and ran towards the door but damn him it was locked. I looked back at him to see him getting out of bed and walking over to me. Now I'm trapped.

I gazed as he stepped closer placing his hands on either side trapping me in his arms. I'm in a dangerous situation, my gaze goes down to his toned stomach. I gulp down the lump and gaze back at his face as he is shirtless making it hard to breathe.

"You should've thought of it before throwing the pillow at me kitten," he said leaning down a bit. I glare frowning my lips.

"I'm not a kitten!" he smiled humming gazing at my hair and face.

"Now leave me alone," I say placing my hand on his arm trying to push it away.

"Not so fast and give me a kiss then you are free to go."

"In your dreams mister." I snapped pushing him with so much force and started walking off but heard him laugh.

"Trust me, madam we had ten kids in my dreams." His words made me drop my mouth.

I left the room as my cheeks are red as a tomato and I thought about what he said. I know for sure what he said before is just to make me blush and for fun. But still ten kids?! That's insane.

Later the whole morning, I spent most of my time in the kitchen with Beth baking cookies. She taught me her secret recipes. Beth loves to bake a lot to pass her time. The baked cookies are usually sent to the kids of the workers.

And I got to know that Cyrus loves brownies. She even joked saying 'that's why my Cyrus into you as you are brunette.'

Then cyrus came after lunch hour, he wanted to take me out and show me something.

The weather was good so I decided to wear an army green shirt with a pair of shorts. I tugged the shirt inside and unbuttoned the first two buttons of the shirt. Put on a pair of combat shoes. I looked at myself in the mirror I looked cute.

I combed my hair with my fingers before going downstairs, I ended up styling my hair into a messy bun with some strands of hair falling down.

Cyrus was on his phone talking with someone, I decided to check my Facebook feed. I went through some quotes. I looked up to see Cyrus checking me out when his eyes met mine I raised my eyebrows at him making him smirk.

He turned and started walking towards the back door, I followed him. My eyes wandered checking him from head to toe from behind. He wore an army green shirt making me frown, why do we have to match every time?

"What are we going to do?" I asked him when we came far enough from the mansion into the fields.

"Tried to shoot anytime?" he questioned glancing at me before looking ahead.

"No."

"Don't tell me we are here to shoot," I said. I can feel the excitement starting to grow in me. I have heard from Pablo and Beth that they have the shooting range. I always wanted to hold a real gun and learn how to shoot.

He smirked signalling me to follow him towards the garage. He typed a code before the garage opened. I stood there a bit scared to enter the garage, he walked inside while I stood there watching him.

I was smiling like a manic in excitement, he came back with a black box and gestured me to walk with him. We walked for some minutes and reached some ground which seemed like the gun range.

"You know how to shoot a gun?" I asked him, he looked at me with an are-you-kidding-me-look.

"What?" I asked.

"I'm a well-trained man in defence and all sorts of things where I can save myself without anyone's help."

"Ohh..." I nodded my head. He opened the box and took out a handgun, handled it like a professional and I looked at him with awe.

"Come here." I went near him and stood in front of him.

He showed me the gun "It's not loaded, as you are the first time-shooter you need to be semi-accurate and cautioned."

"There are four cardinal safety rules," he started saying looking seriously at me. I nodded my head.

"The first rule you always have to treat every firearm as if it is loaded if it is not loaded also. Only you know that the gun is not loaded as you are the owner of the gun so, you don't want your attacker to know that it's unloaded and you couldn't harm him." He started explaining pointing the gun.

"No, if's, but's, you should and must act as if it is loaded."

"Second, always keep the firearm pointed to a particular point, a direction where a negligent discharge would cause minimum damage," He said I nodded my head.

"Third, always keep your trigger finger off the trigger and outside the trigger guard until unless you are damn sure about the point or person you want to shoot," he said showing the trigger point and holding the gun as if he is ready to shoot.

"Fourth, always be sure of your target, backstop and beyond. Your concentration should be on your target and your senses on alert. You do one mistake and everything goes downhill, so every time you shoot or target every sense should be on alert and know what's happening around you, don't fear because it distracts everything to be sure." He told me looking straight into my eyes.

"You should not show any fear when you are looking straight into your target eyes."

He pushed a small table in front of me. "Stand on it."

"Huh?" I said and stood on it.

Now he came and stood back of me by which now my back is touching his front. "You are short so I made you stand on it," he says, making me turn and glare at him.

He pressed his front to my back "for first-timers they should hold the gun by two hands, the two-hand grip is a must," he said handing me the gun and put his hand's around mine showing me how to hold it.

"The gun hand should grip the gun high on the back strap. This gives you more leverage against the weapon which will help you to control recoil when you fire the gun." He explained. The gun is perfect and I like this.

He took my left hand and made it wrap around the exposed part of the gun for support. "All four fingers of yours and support hand should be under the trigger guard with the index finger pressed hard underneath it," he explained. he smells so good and amazing.

"Always stand with your feet, hips and shoulder wide apart, it allows you to fire the weapon with stability and mobility as you are the first-timer." He said turning his face to look at me. I nodded my head.

"Always use your dominant eye when you aim the target and align your sights. set your target picture and concentrate on where you want to shoot."

"And now the main part pulling the trigger but you don't have to pull the trigger, press the trigger straight to the rear. Apply constant, increasing reward pressure on the trigger until the weapon fires. Press the trigger to the point where you feel the resistance. Don't anticipate when the gun will fire you keep pressing the weapon and surprise yourself." He said making me press the trigger and god the gun is loaded and we shoot a pot in distance taking me by surprise.

"Oh my god," I squealed in happiness again aiming for something and pressing the target, I shoot it correctly. I turned around and hugged him tightly.

We kind of enjoyed and the feeling is so so amazing than I thought while shooting it felt so good. I guess pressing the trigger is my new obsession.

Cyrus was quite impressed as I learned it quickly I told him I always had so much interest in guns.