Page 320 of Good Boys Don’t Bite

“Thank you.”

Elliot leaned into the hand before he could stop himself. Ronan smiled.

“Cute.”

“Fuck you.”

“There he is.”

Elliot caught his wrist. Ronan’s expression shifted. The air changed. Not enough for another sex scene. Enough to remind both of them that last night had not been a one-time collapse. Ronan looked at his mouth. Elliot noticed.

“You still want me.”

Ronan groaned.

“Are you going to say that every twelve minutes?”

“Probably.”

“It’s going to make me stop.”

“No, it isn’t.”

Ronan stared. Elliot smiled.

“Cocky.”

“You like that too.”

“Unfortunately.”

Elliot kissed him. Short. No desperation. No blood. No confession. Just because he could. Ronan kissed him back. That mattered more. When they separated, Ronan rested his forehead against Elliot’s.

“Still angry.”

“I know.”

“Still processing.”

“I know.”

“Still might turn you in.”

Elliot’s smile disappeared. Ronan sighed.

“You were doing so well.”

“I hate that one.”

“I know.”

“Could you stop saying it?”

“No.”

“Why?”

“Because it needs to remain real.”