Maybe leaving
2 days later *Raylee* I’m tidying up the small space where Torren has been recovering, my heart swelling with a mixture of love and concern as I watch him. He’s propped up against the pillows, his features more relaxed than they’ve been in days, but I can still see the remnants of pain etched in his brow. The bandages on his arm are less bulky now, and I can almost see the strength returning to his gaze, but I know he’s still far from being fully healed. Even being what he is, this one takes time. “Raylee, you should really sit down,” he says, his voice a low rumble that sends a thrill of warmth through me. “You’re pregnant. You need to take care of yourself.” I glance over my shoulder, a playful smile tugging at my lips. “I’m fine, Torren. I promise. I can’t just sit around while you’
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