I don’t chase.
I don’t need to.
But something about her makes me want to test the waters.
My attention shifts completely. The rest of the club fades.
The woman beside me nudges me, trying to regain my focus. “What are you looking at?”
I grin lazily, leaning back, stretching like I have all the time in the world. “Nothing.”
My eyes flick back to her for a few more beats, something sharp and knowing in my gaze.
I don’t have to call attention to myself.
I don’t have to do anything at all.
Because sooner or later?
She’s going to look.
And when she does?
I’ll be ready.