[It's going to be something. Ronan Lynch doesn't have nothings with people. He doesn't know what name to put to it, though. Or whether it needs one. He kissed Kavinsky the other night, too, but that obviously didn't make them boyfriends.
So Noah is, for now, the person Ronan loves most in this world. The closest friend he has. And the boy he's kissing.
In fact, he's pressing in again, thumbs stroking along Noah's cheekbones as he meets Noah's lips for another slow kiss. He doesn't want to stop touching, now, either. Despite the chilly night air, Ronan's burning up.]
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So Noah is, for now, the person Ronan loves most in this world. The closest friend he has. And the boy he's kissing.
In fact, he's pressing in again, thumbs stroking along Noah's cheekbones as he meets Noah's lips for another slow kiss. He doesn't want to stop touching, now, either. Despite the chilly night air, Ronan's burning up.]