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His fingers likely marking my skin despite the fact that I am also strapped to the table.

I feel him pulse inside me on a groan.

Ronan keeps one hand flat against my sternum until both of our breathing evens out.

“There you are.”

I swallow. “I'm tired.”

“I know.”

He removes the cuffs before the blindfold.

Wrists.

Ankles.

Then darkness lifts.

His face is the first thing I see.

Calm.

Certain.

Mine.

He wraps a blanket around me and helps me sit.

I lean immediately into his chest.

He goes still for half a second, tracking the contact.

Then his arms close around me.

Predictable.

Firm.

Safe.

“I love you,” I whisper.

His mouth presses to my hair. “I love you too.”

I close my eyes.

Upstairs, there are three more people who love me.

Across town, there are two people trying to understand how that can possibly be true.

I don't need to solve that tonight.

Ronan said I don't have to solve anything right now.

So we don't.

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