“So, what’s your fiancée like?” Ronan asks after a minute or so. I scrunch up my face before I shrug. “She’s hot. Seems a bit too prudish, but I’m sure I can fuck it out of her one day. Definitely not who I would have chosen.” Ronan makes a face, before looking towards the wall and shaking his head before looking back at me. “Who would you have chosen?” he asks. “Does it matter? We both know I don’t get jack shit say in all of this.” He shrugs as I mull over his question.
