Ezekiel's POV
When lunchtime arrived, I had reached a decision that felt like drawing a line in the sand.
Enough with the distracted behavior. Enough with spacing out and giving people reasons to ask questions. Enough with Anton shooting me those calculating looks like he was one step away from calling me out in front of the entire team.
I was finished with all of it.
What I needed was to shut everything down, shove all thoughts of Ximena completely out of my mind, and return to being the Ezekiel Enzo everyone knew and expected.
The Ezekiel who radiated cockiness and confidence like it was a second skin. The guy who delivered perfect one-liners, who pumped up the team before every practice, who never let anyone see him rattled by anything or anyone.
Especially not by her.
It was the only path forward if I wanted to get my focus back where it belonged, both on the field and off it.
