Aurora’s POV
I turn over, burrowing into my pillow, only to be pulled backwards into a solid chest.
“Where are you going?” Thorne rumbles sleepily. I smile and look over my shoulder to find bleary eyes watching me.
“Nowhere. I was just turning over,” I mutter. He’s been extra clingy for the last week. Since the masked man attacked and strangled me, Thorne has been at my side all day and all night. Whether we’re at work or at home, he’s glued to me.
He even tried to follow me into the bathroom two nights ago at work.
At first it kind of bothered me, but now I’ve grown used to it. I actually like it. I mean, I’ve always liked having him near, but now when he’s not with me, I get a bit anxious.
Clearly, he does too, because he pulls me tighter to his chest and buries his face in my
