When Adam touched his hand, Ronan splayed his fingers to show that he could still move them. They ached and there were some cracks in the skin where his knuckles met flesh. But that was easily forgotten when Adam's fingers moved over him. Suddenly, the world, or rather the ship, was off balance and all that tied Ronan to it was Adam's touch.

After Adam was gone he sucked in a deep breath. Get a grip. He had to get a grip. What was wrong with him thinking of Adam's hands on him after he'd just found a fighter assaulting him?

His expression was steely once again when Adam returned. He took the cloth from him and wiped at his mouth and nose. "I was aiming for handsome." His voice was muffled until the last word, when he pulled the cloth away from his face.