"Yeah," Ronan nodded, grabbing the tray and sliding into bed next to Adam. He had seen the man in his undershirt and drawers before, but like this... he was very aware that Adam Parrish was in his undershirt and drawers. And what was under even that.

He took another swig of wine and let that fuzzy, warm feeling ebb over him. The most he'd kicked off were his shoes and the jacket from before, remaining otherwise dressed, for now. Idly, he imagined Adam's hands on him, sliding underneath his shirt or undoing his pants...

Flushing, he took a bite of bread and licked the crumbs from his fingers.

"I was thinking," he said, softly, "that we should get you a horse. If you think you'd like to try raising one."