“So weird.”
“What?”
He tipped forward. “I still want to touch you.”
My eyes widened. “You’re an odd, creepy demon prince.”
Roth grinned.
“Well, you still creep me out,” Cayman announced as Roth leaned farther toward me, one hand sliding across the table.
“No touching,” Zayne warned.
The demon prince pouted as he pulled his hand back. “That’s no fun.”