Saint:
Shay watched me as I lit my cigarette, her blue eyes sharp but laced with something softer—curiosity, maybe. She took another slow drag, exhaling as she shifted her weight against the brick wall.
"You been watching me all night, Saint," she murmured, amusement laced in her voice. "Gonna tell me what’s on your mind, or you just enjoy staring?"
I smirked, taking a step closer. "Can you blame me?" My eyes dragged over her, slow and deliberate. "You look... different tonight."
Her lips curled into a knowing smile. "Different how?"
I let my gaze flick down her body—those tight denim shorts, the fishnets that had my hands itching to trace the patterns up her legs, that little black top barely holding her in.
"Like trouble," I murmured. "The best kind."
She chuckled, sha
