““Thorne, I think I’m falling in love with you.” “Katie.” He took her face in his hands. Roughly, and with a possessive power that thrilled her. A brooding divot formed between his eyebrows. “Katie, you’re so—” She wondered what delightfully misanthropic word he would choose this time. Wrongheaded? Foolish? Stubborn? Kissable , apparently. He gave up on words and claimed her mouth instead, kissing her with more passion and fire than she would have ever dared to hope.””
