Torn

When I was five years old, I told Toren Grace I was going to marry him when I grew up. When I turned eighteen, I made it clear I still felt the same. The problem? He's fifteen years older than me, and he's my father's best friend.Toren Grace. My father's best friend. My pseudo-uncle.He's always been my rock. The one I should never, ever want.But I do want him, and I love him.I always have.Tor's one of the good guys. Loving. Devoted. A strong moral compass. One kiss between us rocked him clear of