Seona’s POV
I can breathe better, and the doctor has finally allowed me to take the oxygen mask off my face. I’ve managed to shuffle from the bed to the ensuite bathroom with Mark’s help and I am relishing the reality where I don’t have to use a bedpan
‘Love, stop it’ Mark’s growl cuts into my thoughts and I snap my gaze away from the door guiltily, glancing to my right where my Soldier is sitting, one hand holding my own, the other scrolling his phone.
‘I wasn’t doing anything’ I protest grumpily.
‘So, you weren’t just looking at the door again, wondering if you can make it out before I catch up to you?’ my man retorts, still not looking up. Damn him! He wasn’t even looking my way! How does he know? It’s like he’s psychic or something.
Mark has yet to tell me what actually happened t
