"Are you trying to impress me?" Adam asked. His fingers curled around Ronan's in return, holding his hand. He liked contact with Ronan. He liked the careful, reverent way that Ronan touched him.

No one had ever wanted to impress Adam before, and he didn't know what to think of it. The prince had no friends, because he was too brash on the surface, but beneath he was very clearly soft and careful. It puzzled Adam that no one else had stuck around to see it, when it had been so easy for him to find the Ronan beneath the initial rudeness. This Ronan wanted to show him wonders and secrets--the horse, the beach, his claim of stolen dreams--without hesitation, and Adam didn't think he half deserved the trust that he'd earned from Ronan.