Finally Sage let go of his wrist, and Declan leaned back with his fine, relieved for the space. It hardly counted as space, though, because she was looking at him and smirking and kicking her legs. Declan looked down at his wine, because he very much did not want her to catch him looking at her calves.

It's a lot of fun. Of course it was a lot of fun, lots of people said it was a lot of fun, and the things that Declan had done were certainly fun. He huffed out a breath at his wine glass, sending ripples through the red wine. "You're the worst," Declan said, because he wasn't sure what he could say that would get her to stop teasing him.