Raelyn’s pov
I walked into Ruth’s house carrying breakfast and with a big smile on my face.
Men like this can’t be real, yet here Torin is. Every inch of that beautiful giant man is just perfect. And his mouth…
I don’t mean that in a dirty way, although if he can kiss like that…
But Dylan always said real men don’t like that sort of thing. That only weak men eat p***y, because they’re too scared to say nobody actually likes it.
Stop. Stop thinking about s*x, and definitely stop thinking about anything Dylan said and ruining every beautiful word that just came out of that beautiful man’s lips.
Torin… He’s just… He’s acting like he’s in love with me. Which is strange, right? I mean, not just because I’m me, but because we don’t even know each other that well. Yet, the way he describes
