[Apple]
“Yes,” Thorne, swallows hard as he gazes at me so intensely I can see a storm larger than the one outside swirling inside of his large, hazel eyes. “A simple press of the lips. It doesn’t need to be more than that. I just want to feel, for a small moment, what we could have been like together.”
He makes it sound innocent and friendly, but as he holds me in his arms, his face so close that I can count each of his eyelashes, it feels like a betrayal of my mate bond.
And a betrayal of our friendship.
“I don’t think this is a good idea,” I insist, my voice barely more than a whisper. “I don’t want to change things between us. You’re my friend. You’re like a brother I…”
He flinches at the word "brother" but rediscovers his grin as he lines his body up perfectly with mine.
“You’
