![]() I dropped my eyes to my clenched fingers and realized I had the same strange, anxious ticks that Ronan did. As usual, I couldn’t tell what he was thinking and his continued silence meant whatever happened next would fall on me. I glanced at Ronan and saw that at some point, he’d sat down in the chair his shoulder holster was draped over. If it meant I would never be able to touch him the way I wanted to, I’d find other ways to show him I was there. If he needed to slake his physical need on me, I’d offer myself willingly and find a way to live with the ramifications. If Ronan needed to protect me from an evil I wasn’t so sure existed, so be it. ![]() I wouldn’t be demanding anything anymore. And in that moment I knew I wouldn’t be demanding answers. I’d wanted to be the man he desired instead of considering the fact that he might need something else…a friend. ![]() I’d wanted to draw from his strength but I’d never offered mine. I’d wanted to lean on him after the loss of Trace but I’d never considered that he might need someone too. I’d never really realized that I’d spent these last few years making it all about me and what I’d needed. ![]()
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