Game on.
I set my drink down and leaned back like I had all the time in the world.
Let my arms drape across the bar.
Relaxed.
Easy.
Fine.
Game on.
I set my drink down and leaned back like I had all the time in the world.
Arms loose across the bar. Posture easy. Lazy confidence.
Like none of it mattered.
Like she didn’t already have me by the throat.
Women noticed.
They always did.
Especially tonight.
Dark jeans. Fitted white tee. Tan still holding from the week outside. Shoulders broader from real work instead of gym mirrors. Watch catching the lights every time I moved.
One girl leaned into my side to talk.
Another laughed too hard at something I barely said and let her fingers drag down my arm.
Someone else touched my chest like we’d known each other for years.
Bees to honey.
I smiled. Flirted. Let them.
Didn’t chase.
Didn’t try.
Just existed.
Across the floor?—
Sage stilled.
Her eyes locked on me.
And something changed.
That playful, teasing look?
Gone.
Replaced with something brighter.
