Glenda's POV
My jaw practically hit the ground as I watched the scene unfold before me. Ximena stood frozen like a deer caught in headlights, her face burning crimson under the blazing stadium lights. The victory celebration continued around us, but everything felt suspended in time.
Ezekiel had actually done it.
He had kissed her right there on the field, in front of everyone.
And then Anton completely lost his mind, charging over like some kind of prehistoric alpha male and physically hauling Ezekiel away from his sister.
"Jesus Christ," I breathed, trying to wrap my head around the disaster I had just witnessed.
Ximena looked absolutely mortified. Her lips were still parted in shock, and she gripped the custom shirt I had made her like it was the only thing keeping her anchored to reality. She appeared completely shattered, as if someone had just publicly humiliated her in the worst possible way.
