Noah's POV
Tomorrow, we're back in training.
The Eastvale Coyotes versus the Red, Red & Reds— stupid name, I know but we're battling for the winner of quarterfinals of Golden Sun and they're no easy competition.
It's a classic werewolves-versus-vampires face-off. Which means I should be prepping. Reviewing lineups. Checking stamina protocols. Reading Clio's fourteen-text deep dive on vampire endurance versus lycan speed.
Instead, I'm staring at a picture of Kieran with latte foam on his fingers and a sinful smirk on his face.
'Spilled coffee all over myself. I had a spare shirt so it's all good :) Here's a picture of me being a dolt,' says his text.
Right. Because most people 'accidentally' spill coffee, then photograph themselves shirtless and slick with steam, licking foam off their fingers like a goddamn magazine spread.