For a small eternity, we stand there staring at each other, neither of us moving or saying a word. Thorne breaks the silence first. “We can’t do this.” “I know.” “This is a terrible idea.” “The worst.” I wet my lips again, and he releases a ragged breath. “Fuck it.” Before I comprehend what’s happening, he winds my braid around his fist and tugs, yanking my head back. And then his mouth slams into mine.
