“What’s going on? Why is Magnus here?”
He shrugs, like it’s no big deal. “I invited him to hang.”
“Why?”
“Because we ran into each other.”
“And where did you run into each other?”
“The coffee shop. You interrogating me now, Sherlock?”
I fold my arms across my chest, and my gaze locks in on him. I don’t know why I can’t stop asking questions, but my mouth won’t stop moving.
“And you just happened to have a conversation with the guy who is terrified of you and then invited him over to hang out?”
He scratches at his jaw, the sound of it making me shiver slightly, and he shrugs again. “He came up to me. Started sniffling and looking like a lost puppy. I felt sorry for him. He’s so…fragile.”
I let out a disbelieving laugh at that. Magnus, fragile? No, he’s not. He’s so much stronger than he looks.
“Are you being serious right now?”
“Um, yeah. I am.”
I stare at him, and he doesn’t look away. He gives it right back, steady and sharp, until every nerve in my body feels strung too tight, like one wrong move could make it all snap.
“He told me some things too,” Caleb says, and that tightness twists even harder.
“What did he tell you?”
He smirks as he takes another swig of his beer. “Interesting things.”
My fists uncurl, and my fingers tap again. When Caleb stares at them, I shove them into my pockets, trying to keep my nerves at bay. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.
“Tell me,” I demand.
He glances around as if considering it and then smirks. “Nah.”
I can’t help but take a step toward him. He’s driving me crazy—his scent, the way he looks. The way he sounds.
He has no idea what he’s doing to me.
What he’s done to me.
“Tell me,Caleb.”
He shifts on his feet, his cheeks darkening. “You gonna make me? Heard you like to be in control.”
Something inside of me snaps at that, and without warning, mybody surges toward him, my hand against his throat, pushing him against the wall. I press against him, feeling the shape of him.
He feels just right.
So fucking perfect.
He has no idea the lack of control I feel when I’m around him.
“I do like it,” I say, my mouth against his ear, feeling him shudder against me.
A dangerous game, but one I want to play.
