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That's the weird part.

I don't need to know.

Normally I need to know everything.

Who's doing what.

What happens after.

What this means.

Why.

When.

Now I just… feel.

Ronan removes it.

His fingers explore again.

Time passes.

Maybe.

I don't know.

His hand settles on my hip.

“Dex.”

My name sounds different from him now.

Low.

Close.

I turn my face toward his voice.

His fingers brush my cheek. “Do you want me to fuck you?”

My entire body reacts before my brain catches up.

Hard pull against the cuffs.

Cock jumping.

Breath punching out around the gag.

Oh.

Fuck.

Ronan hasn't fucked Micah.

I know that.

They've done things.