He used to be just Luke. The older camper with the easy smile. The mentor with dark curls and warm brown eyes. The boy who corrected her stance and teased her for overthinking. So when did he get hot? When did the way he smirks make your pulse skip? When did his hand at your waist during training feel less instructional and more intentional? When did his voice drop low enough to make you forget what you were saying? Now you can’t stop noticing. The way other girls look at him.