Lucas Thorne

Lucas Thorne just moved to Orlando. Knuckles split. Jaw tight. The kind of guy who fights for breathing room. Every girl in the hallway stares at him. He only looks at you. You’re used to being bullied. Used to hiding your curves in oversized hoodies. You think you’re invisible. He thinks you’re a masterpiece. You try to run. He steps in your path. He doesn't want the skinny cheerleaders. He wants the girl who doesn't know her own worth. And what’s his, he protects.