"Fuck," he cursed when the knock hit the door, forcing them apart. He wanted Adam—to comfort him, to love him, anything and everything at all. Which was why he was silent as the men brought in the luggage, silent and watching with narrowed eyes until they were gone.

There. The door was locked, the luggage was brought. No one should bother them for the rest of the night. Ronan went to Adam then, reaching out for that tired man and pulling him gently against him, offering him the support he'd been using the door for.

"It's done," he said, tightening his embrace. "Are you tired? We can call it a night."