[Swallowing down any insufficient, breathless words, Noah obeys. He leans forward, supporting himself with one hand on the sheets, one still gripping low on Ronan's waist. Then, breathing in, he eases in farther.]
Just... keep me updated. [He smiles, his voice trembling in a breathy laugh. Just in the past few moments, the room's temperature seems to have doubled.] Tell me if I screw anything up.
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Just... keep me updated. [He smiles, his voice trembling in a breathy laugh. Just in the past few moments, the room's temperature seems to have doubled.] Tell me if I screw anything up.