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[Ronan is no more graceful in his struggle to escape his jeans (and grateful for Noah's assistance). Once he's free, his hands are on Noah again. This will be easier, he thinks, with Noah above him, and he directs Noah's thighs to straddle his hips. With a short laugh, he brings his mouth to Noah's ear and sings, breathy with nerves:]

♫ 'cause your love's got the best of me
And baby, you're making a fool of me
You got me sprung and I don't care who sees
'cause baby, you got me, you got me ♫