Chapter 68
The Slip
(Maya’s POV)
The crowd roared as the whistle blew, but the sound barely registered. I was supposed to be watching the Paris Étoile team, keeping an eye out for injuries or dehydration, but my eyes kept finding him.
Axel Hendrikson.
He moved like he was born for the field. Every stride was measured, powerful. Sweat glistened on his skin, and when he tugged his shirt up to wipe his face, my heart skipped.
I caught a glimpse of his abs, the familiar ink on his ribs, and my breath caught. My mind flashed back—his hands, his voice, the heat of that one night we shared.
I blinked hard, forcing the memory away. Stop it, Maya.
Vivienne nudged me. “Dr. Sinclair, are you watching this? He’s unbelievable!”
“I noticed,” I said quickly, hoping my voice sounded neutral.
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