Unconsciously, I lean back into Thorne’s warmth. My breaths begin to cycle at an alarming rate, so I try to focus on anything other than my current situation. With my eyes squeezed shut, I notice how snugly Thorne and I fit together. The hard strength of his chest pressing into my back. The firm grip of his thighs around mine. The delicious way he smells, of leather and soap and spice.
