I glance at Ronan too, suddenly anxious for some reason. Is he going to back me up? Of course he won’t. He doesn’t think of himself as my boyfriend. If anything, he’s a half-prisoner himself. Suddenly, I’m full of sadness, and my stomach drops. I’m not sure why. The facts have always been the facts. Then, Ronan raises an eyebrow. “Let’s hear it, guitar hero.” Wait, what? I stare at Ronan, and he flicks his hazel gaze to me. He gives me the tiniest wink, and then my whole body soars. Ronan is backing me up. Ronan is backing me up! And I didn’t force him to.
