He gave me the shivers too, but now I was anticipating them with something a little too much like excitement. I opened my mouth to tell Ronan about the difference between the pair, how careful Con had been to keep his touches balanced with Antin's, how the mind-numbing pain had crashed and blended into the body-melting pleasure to create something higher and grander than either. But Ronan's brow was still furrowed, and he was still searching my skin for bruises or wounds.
