I look up and scan the field for Holden. When I find him, his eyes are pinned on me as he pounds his hand into his glove, readying himself for a catch, but when he cracks his neck and subtly shakes his head, I know he’s pissed, and when I look down, I realize why. Connor didn’t just grab my hand, our fingers are laced, and we look way too comfortable. We look like a couple.
