Torin’s pov
She allowed me to pepper kisses on her face as they removed the catheter. Then, when the nurses and doctors offered to bring her to the bathroom, I chose to lift her there myself instead, while one nurse followed behind with the pole that held Raelyn’s IV.
This too, she allowed.
My mate. My dimples. My Raelyn. She allowed me to help, and that was already enough for now.
It had to be.
I couldn’t act the way I had before, and I wouldn’t lie anymore either.
Even if it meant admitting what I was. Who I was.
No more lies. No more manipulations. No more pretending I wasn’t deeply in love with this woman in my arms.
The cards were in her hands, but I was all in. I had been from the start, and that hadn’t changed.
I slowly lowered Raelyn into the plastic chair in the shower. T
