RAINE’S POV
At some point during the session, Talon handed me a handkerchief.
I hadn’t even realized I needed one until I looked down and saw a teardrop on my blouse. He didn’t point it out or make it weird—just handed it over quietly, like it was no big deal. Then he disappeared for a few minutes and came back with a warm mug of hot chocolate.
No one had made me hot chocolate in years. I didn’t even ask for it.
We didn’t talk the entire time. He just sat there, sipping his own drink, waiting for me to be ready. And when I finally started talking, really talking, he didn’t interrupt. He didn’t try to finish my sentences or jump in with advice. He just listened.
By the time the session ended, I didn’t want to leave. I actually caught myself stalling, looking around his office like I ha
