Josie
I placed a sleepy Thorne on the bed and tucked the blanket around him. His soft breaths evened out almost immediately, but mine didn't. My head throbbed with a dull, persistent ache that made every thought heavier than it should have been. I pressed my fingers against my temple and exhaled shakily.
What was I going to do with him?
One moment, Thorne was warm, protective, almost tender. The next, he was cold and distant, like I was nothing but a burden he regretted carrying. His hot and cold tendencies were driving me insane. I didn't know if I could keep living with this uncertainty much longer, this constant whiplash of emotions that left me drained to the bone.
I slipped quietly out of the room, needing air, needing space—something that wasn't suffocating me. But when I reached the landing at the stairs, my heart nearly leapt out of my chest.
Liam was leaning casually against the railing, grinning at me like he had been waiting all along.
