Ronan craved it too. No matter where he went, nowhere felt like home. That was because, as he was beginning to realize, home, for him, was not a place. Home was a person. Adam Parrish was the closest thing to home that Ronan Lynch had ever known. He tasted of memories and the future, of comfort, of love, of passion, of everything Ronan wanted and needed.

"I'll never leave you again," he promised, reaching up to brush some hair away from Adam's face. He couldn't leave Adam again. No. He'd die first.

And so he did as he was told, tilting his head and pressing his lips against Adam's.