Hailey’s POV
I was still sitting in the stadium, lost in thought about everything that had happened with Paxton. The feel of his hands on my waist, the way his eyes held mine—those moments kept replaying in my head like a broken record. I couldn’t help but wonder what I was getting myself into.
But my spiraling thoughts were interrupted by a tap on my shoulder. Startled, I turned with too much force, ready to snap at whoever it was.
It was Dimitri, again! I thought he left few minutes ago.
“Hey, Hailey,” he greeted, flashing me his signature grin—the one that always seemed to carry a mix of mischief and charm.
I groaned inwardly, already bracing myself for whatever nonsense he was about to say. “What do you want, Dimitri?” I asked, folding my arms across my chest.
“I have something t
