Sometime while I was napping, Ronan had lost his shirt. Light beamed through the wide crack in his curtains, dappling his skin with a golden glow. The light caught my hand when I hovered it over his chest. If I touched him, I’d wake him. If I woke him… Well, I didn’t know what would happen. Maybe he’d take me home. Maybe he’d take me. I couldn’t decide which I was hoping for most. I started to pull my hand back to my lap, but strong fingers wrapped around my wrist and tugged me so hard, I toppled onto the solid chest I’d been studying moments before. “You think too loudly,” he grumbled. “Now
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