"Guess I didn't give you much opportunity to undress," Adam said, smiling contentedly. His fingers found one of the buttons on Ronan's waistcoat and unfastened it, lingering over the button and the fabric beneath.

"Still tired. Dizzy. Content, though. It's not the painful exhaustion I'm used to. Just sleeply."

A single fingertip stroked at Ronan's shirt, pleased by the texture of the fabric.