Aurora’s POV
I can’t stop my hands from shaking.
Curling my fingers in the hem of my shirt doesn’t work, so I reach for Thorne as he rounds the front of the car. I’m thankful that he doesn’t mind my clinging. In fact, I feel the ripple of appreciation down our bond that tells me he prefers when I seek comfort in him.
I never thought it would be this easy to trust someone, but with Thorne, it’s almost as easy as breathing. I find myself reaching for him, or turning to him, for almost everything now. Comfort, warmth, safety, and so many more things; if I need it, he provides it without hesitation or complaint.
“As it should be between mates,” Thorne says, making me look up.
“Reading my thoughts again?” I snip playfully.
Thorne chuckles and kisses me softly, “When you’re screaming
