Adam tilted his head, kissing just behind Ronan's ear, with Ronan's short-cropped hair tickling at his nose. "I love you," he murmured, making it a secret for them alone.

"What time is it?" he asked, returning his head to Ronan's shoulder and rubbing his hand over Ronan's chest, feeling how solid and warm he was. Real. This wasn't a dream. Ronan was really his. "You're still fully dressed."