Adrian POV
The ball spirals through the air, perfect trajectory, and I'm exactly where I need to be.
My hands close around nothing. The ball bounces off my chest and hits the turf.
"Cross!" Coach Rowan's voice booms across the field. "That's three in a row. What the hell is wrong with you?"
I jog back to the line without answering. My hands are fine. My positioning is fine. Everything is technically correct.
Except I can't focus for more than five seconds without seeing Jules' face.
"Run it again," Coach orders.
Ethan drops back, scans the field, releases. The ball comes at me in slow motion. I track it, reach for it, and somehow it slips through my fingers like water.
"Goddammit, Cross!" Coach throws his clipboard. "You're better than this!"
The rest of the team has stopped to wa
