Tangled together with Adam. Hearing his heart beat, the soft sound of his breath, legs pressed close like they were one living thing. It was the most comfort Ronan had felt in years; he closed his eyes in it, sliding his arm around Adam's waist to pull him in tighter.
So when the knock at the door came and Adam was out of his arms, he cursed under his breath, feeling like something important had been torn away.
Ronan stood. It was a quick exchange; he was curt, taking in the tray of food and bottle of wine, silently tipped the maid, and then closed the door and locked it behind her.
She didn't deserve the attitude, especially since she had done a good job in setting up their dinner. The bread was clearly freshly baked and smelled heavenly. The cheeses were cleanly sliced and arranged to be aesthetically pleasing, and there was such an array of died meats that she clearly had to go out of her way to do it. But Ronan didn't care. He'd been in Adam's arms and she distracted from that.
Popping the cork on the bottle, he poured two glasses of wine, and took a swing of his. It was dry, a little sweet, and felt good going down his throat.
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Tangled together with Adam. Hearing his heart beat, the soft sound of his breath, legs pressed close like they were one living thing. It was the most comfort Ronan had felt in years; he closed his eyes in it, sliding his arm around Adam's waist to pull him in tighter.
So when the knock at the door came and Adam was out of his arms, he cursed under his breath, feeling like something important had been torn away.
Ronan stood. It was a quick exchange; he was curt, taking in the tray of food and bottle of wine, silently tipped the maid, and then closed the door and locked it behind her.
She didn't deserve the attitude, especially since she had done a good job in setting up their dinner. The bread was clearly freshly baked and smelled heavenly. The cheeses were cleanly sliced and arranged to be aesthetically pleasing, and there was such an array of died meats that she clearly had to go out of her way to do it. But Ronan didn't care. He'd been in Adam's arms and she distracted from that.
Popping the cork on the bottle, he poured two glasses of wine, and took a swing of his. It was dry, a little sweet, and felt good going down his throat.