I pushed him off me, yelling, “Get away!”
His hands moved upward, trying to grope me, when a strong body pulled me away. I looked around, shocked to see Cade rescuing me.
“Don’t touch her,” he commanded. His eyes were wide, angry, his voice deep and threatening. He, too, smelled like alcohol, but I didn’t care in this moment. He was here getting this creep away from me. His hands held me tightly, pressing my body to his. My breath quickened being so close to Cade. He sensed my distress, giving me a slight squeeze.
“Hey, she was dancing with me,” Ryan declared, puffing his chest out, making himself look like a fish of some sort. He was at least a foot shorter than Cade, his body could be smashed in seconds.
I laughed, loudly, as I imagined Cade squashing him like a bug.
“Now she’s not. Go,” Cade said, pointing towards the door. His nostrils flared. He was angry.