I woke with a start, disoriented, only to realize Thorne was still pressed against me, his body heavy and warm, half-wrapped around mine.For a few heartbeats, I couldn’t breathe.His head rested against my shoulder, his breath tickling my skin with every exhale. His arm was draped possessively across my waist, fingers twitching lightly even in sleep, as if afraid I would vanish.A dangerous, forbidden thrill coursed through me.For a moment, I simply laid there, paralyzed by the heat of his body against mine. I could feel every muscle pressed to me, every slow, steady thrum of his pulse where his chest brushed my back. His scent enveloped me — rich, smoky, threaded with something wilder, darker.Part of me wanted to pull away.Another part — the louder part — ached to press closer.Slowly, I shifted, trying not to wake him, but the moment I moved, his hold tightened, a deep growl vibrating from his chest into mine."Stay," he muttered hoarsely, voice raw with sleep.I froze.Thorne’s
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