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I froze.
Sage’s head tilted.
“I—” I started.
Didn’t finish.
“Gotta go, Ma. I’ll call tomorrow.”
“Love you.”
“Love you too.”
I hung up.
Silence hung between us.
Then—
“You’re in a band?” Sage asked.
I snorted. “No. That was a lifetime ago.”
“But you play.”
“Used to.”
She stepped closer.
Slow.
Her fingers slid onto my bare arm.
Warm.
Possessive.
I felt every inch of it.
“I didn’t like those women touching you,” she murmured.
Her nose brushed my shoulder.
She inhaled.
“You smell like cheap perfume.”
I laughed under my breath. “Yeah?”
I leaned in.
Slow.
Let my nose graze her collarbone.
Up her neck.
Coconut.
