Caleb’s pov
Coach blew the whistle and I ran another drill. My legs moved on instinct, but my mind was nowhere near the field.
It was still stuck on Monday night. It’s been three days since then.
Elena in my jersey. The way she smiled when I dropped her off.
That kiss I’d replayed a hundred times in my head.
I was so distracted I almost fumbled the pass.
“Harding! Where the hell is your head at?” Coach barked.
I tried to lock in, but every time I blinked, I saw her again. Her eyes. Her lips softening right before she leaned in…
Marcus smacked my shoulder pad. “Yeah, man’s gone. Look at him.”
“Shut up,” I muttered, but I was already smiling.
“You bringing her to Jessica’s party Saturday?” He asked, gulping water. “She wants her there.”
“Maybe. I haven’t asked yet.”
“Well, ask. E
