BLAKELY

“You aren’t dirty, Blakely. Above anyone else, I was the one who knew that.” Thorne wiped my tears away.

“But you are always cold to me. How would you explain that? I don’t even know my place with you. I felt like I was bridging a thin layer, and I wasn't sure what my next move should be, or I would be doomed. You seemed like you didn’t want to guide me.”

Thorne heaved a deep breath and held me. “I’m sorry. It’s because I have to.”

“Why?” I looked up at him, meeting his eyes.

His lips remained closed, he seemed like he didn’t want to widen the...