Ronan shakes his head at me in what looks like disappointment. Then again, I think that’s just his face. He’s disappointed in most shit nowadays. “Dude, you’re engaged now. You can’t be doing this shit,” Ronan chastises. I choke out a laugh as I shake my head and throw my arms over my head. “I can do whatever the fuck I want, and we both know that.” He levels me with an unimpressed look. “Within reason, Asher. Your dad is not going to like it if he hears you’re publicly making a fool out of your fiancée, out of your arrangement. You have to be more discreet.”
