This was as Ronan remembered it. Adam’s ribs fit against his ribs just as they had before. His arms wrapped around Adam’s narrow frame the same way they had before. His hand still pressed against the back of Ronan’s skull the way it always did when they hugged. His voice was missing his accent, but now it sounded properly like him as he murmured into Ronan’s skin: “You smell like home.” Home. Ronan felt even steadier. It was going to be all right. He was with Adam, and Adam still loved him, and this was going to work. They stepped back from each other. Adam said, “Do you want to meet my
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