"Come on," he coaxed, guiding Adam to the master bed with a surprising amount of gentleness. Then again, Ronan was gentle—just mostly to animals, and not people. Adam was someone he wanted to be gentle with.

Depositing Adam into his bed, Ronan slipped in beside him so that he could continue to play with his hair. I miss your hair. Smiling to himself, Ronan teased strands between his fingers. If Adam missed his hair... maybe he'd start growing it again. A little. Too long would remind him of Niall Lynch—though, maybe over time, that might seem like a good thing rather than a bad one.