Thorne.
I couldn’t let it fester like this. After a few hours of school dragging on like some divine punishment, the final bell rang, and I grabbed my stuff, heading out with one goal: find Mia, talk to her, smooth over the rough edges from that damn vacation talk.
She’d been angry—f**k, I could feel it radiating off her when she left my office—and
I couldn’t stand the idea of her stewing on it. Silly or not, it was eating at me, twisting my gut.
Two nights ago, we’d been tangled in my bed, her body arching under mine, and now this distance? No.
I needed to calm the storm before it built into something I couldn’t control.
The hallway was a swarm of students chattering about weekend plans or tests, but there wasn’t a trace of her—no blonde hair bobbing in the crowd, no quick glanc
