Page 41 of Good Boys Don’t Bite

“Closer.”

Elliot glanced around. Nobody was watching. He moved half a step. Their arms touched. Ronan leaned toward his ear.

“You have nothing to be jealous of.”

Elliot's body went still.

“I know.”

“Liar.”

“I don't like him touching you.”

“I noticed.”

“You keep letting him.”

“Because I'm not going to start jumping away from people like I've been electrocuted every time someone touches me.”

“You could.”

Ronan laughed quietly.

“You're fucking insane.”

Elliot turned his face slightly. They were too close. Ronan could smell whatever cologne Elliot had put on before leaving. Something warm beneath the cleaner scent of his soap.

“You like me jealous,” Elliot said.

Ronan considered lying.

“Sometimes.”

Elliot's eyes lifted.

“Why?”

“Because everybody else thinks you're so fucking sweet.”

“I am sweet.”

“No.”

Elliot smiled.

“There he is,” Ronan murmured.

“Who?”

“The asshole.”

“You love the asshole.”

Ronan's gaze dropped to Elliot's mouth. Mistake. Elliot noticed. Bigger mistake.

“Bathroom,” Elliot said.

“No.”