But—
Her eyes never left mine.
Not once.
He whispered something.
She laughed.
Soft.
Slow.
And wrapped her arms around his neck.
Still looking at me.
Challenge written all over her face.
What are you gonna do?
My grip tightened around my glass so hard my knuckles went white.
So that’s the game.
“Yo,” Mark said beside me, following my line of sight. “Is that Sage?”
“Yeah.”
“You gonna go over there?”
“No.”
“You should probably tell her you disappeared for a family emergency and not because you’re a serial killer.”
I snorted.
“We never exchanged numbers,” I said. “She vanished first.”
Mark watched her a second longer.
“…Be careful with that one,” he said quietly. “She looks like she knows every rule before you even sit down to play.”
Yeah.
I could see that.
Across the floor, Sage slid her hands down the guy’s chest.
Slow.
Deliberate.
Eyes still locked on mine.
Heat shot straight through me.
Fine.
