“Good?” “Aye,” he agrees. “Very good.” He takes the spoon and dips it back into the container, gathering more as if he were a child who just had their first taste of ice cream. I feel protective of him at this moment, and I never want to let anything hurt him again. I know Ronan can handle himself. He can handle anything life throws at him because he’s already been to hell and back. But watching him experience things for the first time—such simple things—makes me realize he also needs someone to experience them with. And it occurs to me that I want that someone to be me. For now and always. I
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