Adam pressed close against him, asleep but still in desperate need of warmth and love. He shifted, arms hugging around Ronan's waist, refusing to loosen his grip as he clung to his beloved.

When he woke, it was hazy twilight, and Adam couldn't tell if it was night or morning. He felt dizzy and disoriented, in a strange bed, a strange place, somewhere between rested and exhausted. Ronan was the only surety, the center of his universe as always. Sighing deeply, Adam lifted his head, studying Ronan's face as his heart thudded with need and disbelief.