Chapter 40
“Hey—I have to talk to Coach real quick,” Dean said as they stepped out of his car. The morning sun hit his brown hair just right, and Lena had to look away for a second to compose herself. “I’ll see you in Draven’s class?”
“Yeah,” she said, brushing her fingers through her hair, trying to act normal. “I was going to help him set up anyway. It’s fine.”
Dean leaned in and kissed her gently, his hand grazing her wrist in a way that still sent her pulse sprinting. Then he smiled, gave her a quick “see ya,” and jogged off toward the field.
The moment he was out of view, a familiar, perfectly manicured hand landed on her shoulder.
“I leave you alone for one afternoon,” Ally said, “and suddenly you’re kissing Dean Edwards in broad daylight?”
Lena turned, already laughing.
“You’
