Chapter 39
Skye's POV
Thorne was standing in front of the door in nothing but a white towel that hung so low on his hips it might as well not have been there at all. Water was still dripping from his hair‚ rolling down his neck‚ sliding across his chest and tracing every hard line of his stomach before disappearing beneath the fabric. He looked fresh out of the shower‚ skin still flushed with heat‚ hair pushed back dark and wet‚ and those pale blue eyes staring at me with confusion because I was standing on his doorstep at seven in the morning looking like I hadn't slept in days.
And I hadn't.
Every single thing I had planned to say on the ride over just evaporated. Every question‚ every demand‚ every carefully rehearsed confrontation vanished from my brain and got replaced by somethin
