Luna's pov
The car windows were tinted dark, but I could still see him.
That boy. His hair blowing to the wind, his muscles flexing as he stretched his arms, slightly showing his tattooed arms.
The arrogant stranger from the jewelry store.
He leaned lazily against a pillar across the parking lot, his blue eyes catching mine in a way that felt like a forbidden pull. My stomach twisted—half from anger, half from something I refused to name.
Before I could take another look, Dad stepped in front of me, blocking my view completely. His face was carved with fury.
This was going to be interesting.
“What did I just tell you inside, Luna?” His voice was sharp, low, carrying the kind of authority that made my heart sink. “Stay away from boys. Especially ones like him.”
I swallowed hard, low
