Harper’s POV
“I’m not playing your games, Cade,” I say sternly, trapped in his invisible cage.
Cade’s strong arms are bracing the wall on either side of me, ensuring his prey doesn’t escape. The muscles in his arms are so defined that I can easily still see them tensing up through his collared shirt.
“Who says I’m playing anything?” he asks quietly. “You’re the one accusing me of being jealous of you and your little boyfriend.”
“He’s not my boyfriend,” I say, rolling my eyes.
My breath hitches in my throat as Cade uses his cat-like reflexes to instantly grab both of my wrists and pin them tightly up over my head. I lose the ability to breathe at all for a second as I try and fail to free my wrists from his firm grasp.
“You’re going to learn to stop rolling those eyes at me,” he says
