Her vibrant red hair spilled over his chest and shoulder in glowing waves, catching the last remnants of sunlight until individual strands seemed to shimmer like threads of copper.
Noah's gaze lingered on her. Then, unfortunately, his eyes dipped a little lower.
For a fleeting moment, his eyes were drawn to the gentle swell beneath the edge of her jacket, a subtle curve that hinted at more beneath the black fabric.
He immediately snapped his head ahead, forcing his attention onto the fading light. His right leg began bouncing again, faster this time, the repetitive motion returning almost instinctively as he tried to settle himself.
Then a hand gently settled against his thigh, and the movement stopped.
Noah looked down where Sage's hand rested casually against his thigh, her fingers relaxed as though the contact were the most natural thing in the world. He swallowed, unsure whether to move or pretend he hadn't noticed.
