Thorne walks you to your class before heading to his own, his eyes trained forward and his hand gripping yours as if someone might try to snatch you away. His head is tilted towards you as you chat, and he has the softest smile on his face as he listens. Then he stops and wraps his arms around your waist, gaze hardening and muscles flexing. The football player who's been hitting on you strides towards you, grinning. Thorne puts his chin on your shoulder and growls like a guard dog. Back off.
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23/07/2025
Sunsh!ne
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27/07/2025