Adam nodded, which meant rubbing his cheek against Ronan's shoulder. "We still have to leave the room for wine. We could just step out and ask one of the staff members to bring us some dinner and wine."

Smiling as he relaxed a little, Adam tipped his head to kiss Ronan's adam's apple. "We can lounge in bed and eat. And drink. And kiss."

And fuck, he thought, though he wasn't entirely sure if Ronan desired him physically, if he wanted a corporal relationship at all. He thought so, hoped so, but didn't want to assume, or to inflict his own desires upon Ronan.