"Noelle."
The second the word leaves his lips, alarm bells ring in my head.
Not my star. Noelle.
I sit up in bed immediately, my body tensing as I narrow my eyes at him.
"No."
My rejection is immediate. He chuckles. Chuckles.
"You haven't even heard my request yet," he says, his voice smooth and coaxing, as if he isn't already planning something that's going to piss me off.
He shifts, sitting up too, and the sheet slides down his body, revealing far too much golden skin for this early in the morning.
And just like that—
I want to jump him again.
I also want to punch him.
I also just want him to hold me.
It's a confusing state of being.
I scowl, determined to keep my rage intact. "No."
Thorne sighs dramatically, but there's amusement in his eyes. "May I leave—"
"What??!!" I cut him off before he can even finish.
"Just for a couple of days," he clarifies quickly, holding up his hands in a placating gesture. "I swear."
