[It almost works. Ronan's mind goes pleasantly hazy whenever their lips meet, and all he really wants to do is kiss Adam and kiss him again and kiss him again. He could live the moment of their kiss forever.
But something is wrong.
Ronan's hands drop to Adam's shoulders. And then they slip further, over Adam's biceps and down his forearms until they finally come to rest over Adam's own clasped hands.
Ronan isn't an idiot. He knows what it means.]
No.
[Not a statement of disbelief, but an order: No, the demon doesn't have Adam. Cannot. Will not.]
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But something is wrong.
Ronan's hands drop to Adam's shoulders. And then they slip further, over Adam's biceps and down his forearms until they finally come to rest over Adam's own clasped hands.
Ronan isn't an idiot. He knows what it means.]
No.
[Not a statement of disbelief, but an order: No, the demon doesn't have Adam. Cannot. Will not.]