Ronan stopped dead, staring at Adam. Adam had... accepted the country house? Without his consent? And what was more—Declan thought they were fucking?
Originally having reached out to touch his old friend, Ronan's hand dropped instantly and he took a step back, awash in a conflict of strong emotions. Confusion. Hurt. Anxiety. Why on earth had Adam told Declan he'd take the house? And—why had Adam said he'd manage it? What happened to—leaving? Hating the Lynches, hating Ronan for leaving him? And then saying that he didn't need to worry about it?
Not to mention that it felt like a stake to the chest, seeing Adam's scowling expression at the thought of them being—something more. Even if what Ronan would want from Adam would be more than just fucking. Fucking ouch. Even though he knew Adam would probably be disgusted by his feelings, seeing that face still hurt.
Ronan didn't understand. Didn't know how to react. The possibility that he could be completely misunderstanding didn't even cross his mind.
Lips thinning, Ronan didn't trust himself to say anything. He walked away, scrubbing his hand over his head, pacing, frustrated at everything.
"Why?" The question came out harsh and rough because he was upset. Don't jump to conclusions, he told himself like a mantra, finally looking back at Adam with an inscrutable expression. His eyes spoke volumes though, reflecting every pained emotion like glass.
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Ronan stopped dead, staring at Adam. Adam had... accepted the country house? Without his consent? And what was more—Declan thought they were fucking?
Originally having reached out to touch his old friend, Ronan's hand dropped instantly and he took a step back, awash in a conflict of strong emotions. Confusion. Hurt. Anxiety. Why on earth had Adam told Declan he'd take the house? And—why had Adam said he'd manage it? What happened to—leaving? Hating the Lynches, hating Ronan for leaving him? And then saying that he didn't need to worry about it?
Not to mention that it felt like a stake to the chest, seeing Adam's scowling expression at the thought of them being—something more. Even if what Ronan would want from Adam would be more than just fucking. Fucking ouch. Even though he knew Adam would probably be disgusted by his feelings, seeing that face still hurt.
Ronan didn't understand. Didn't know how to react. The possibility that he could be completely misunderstanding didn't even cross his mind.
Lips thinning, Ronan didn't trust himself to say anything. He walked away, scrubbing his hand over his head, pacing, frustrated at everything.
"Why?" The question came out harsh and rough because he was upset. Don't jump to conclusions, he told himself like a mantra, finally looking back at Adam with an inscrutable expression. His eyes spoke volumes though, reflecting every pained emotion like glass.