Mona's POV:
"Kade?" My voice came out laced with shock, and my face did nothing to hide it. My grip on the doorknob loosened slightly.
What in the world was he doing here? At this time of night?
"You good?" he asked. His voice was rough, unusually low, as one of his hands stretched out and rested on the door hinge—unconsciously flexing his toned arm.
This was wrong timing, but f**k, I wanted those hands around my neck. I felt like a freaking dog in heat.
"Y-yeah…" I replied, my voice barely a whisper, my attention already drifting from whatever he was saying to the flexed arm on the door hinge.
"Mona." He called, his tone a bit higher than before as he snapped his fingers in front of me, like he'd noticed my attention had wandered. My gaze immediately darted from his arm back to his
