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... e I asked Thorne out of my room, his words sinking in the pit of my stomach and fluttering around like tiny bubbles.
Ticklish. Surprisingly-feel-good.
These words he’d spilled...they weren’t right. How could he order me around like some puppet?
But that wasn’t the problem. The problem was the way my body reacted to those words. My whole freaking body.
The way it hummed under his fierce, green gaze.
I’ve been thinking the whole time since that stupid order, ...
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