Thorne
“Why am I here?” She asks me, and I know she doesn't just mean my office.
“Because you can't seem to keep yourself safe.” I take a seat behind my chair, unable to look her way, knowing looking at her face would bring me pain.
All I want to do is take her in my arms, place her on my lap and bury my face in her neck again, to smell her sweet perfume and feel her delicate skin. The thought alone drives me mad, digging my fingers into my thighs as I contain myself under my desk, staring down at paperwork I can't seem to focus on.
She's so distracting.
“What?” She furrows her brows not understanding my answer at all, why would she? “I can keep myself safe just fine.”
“Really? Tell me something, Vic. Have you ever heard of the gang the Niners?” The entire time I'm talking to her
