Harper’s POV
The tension that radiated from Lucas after the meeting yesterday was intense and heavy. It was stronger than anything I’ve felt through our bond before. His worry, anticipation, and… something stronger flowed freely into me.
His touch didn’t help, either. The way his warm hand cupped my cheek, the way his chest brushed mine, and the way his free hand settled gently on my hip; the memory of it sends shots of desire through my veins.
“Focus, Luna,” Jaxon barks just before a fist slams into my shoulder.
My attention is yanked back to reality as I tumble to the ground. Crap. I need to get my head in the game. I can’t keep thinking of and staring at Lucas, no matter how much I want to.
But even as I remind myself to focus, my eyes stray to the other side of the field where
