I completed the discharge procedures.
The doctor gave me some instructions on what to watch for during my recovery.
Liam took me back to the apartment, his face still flushed the entire way.
When I mentioned wanting to change places, he immediately volunteered to pack my things, keeping himself busy.
I called his name several times, but he didn’t hear. Finally, when he was about to fold my intimate clothing, I couldn’t hold back anymore and grabbed his arm.
"You don’t need to pack that, Liam."
I almost grit my teeth as I said it.
My mom, who had received the news in advance, finished work early to pick us up.
When she heard we had confirmed our relationship, she wasn’t at all surprised, even a little bit delighted.
"You really waited long enough to see the full moon," she said with a smile.

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