[Noah tips forward, the top of his hair brushing Ronan's chin. His breath is already quick and hot, and his cheeks pink with warmth. One hand seeks out Ronan's shoulder, trying to bring their bodies closer.
Yes. It's easier pressed into his mind than choked out in a whisper. Very much yes.]
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Yes. It's easier pressed into his mind than choked out in a whisper. Very much yes.]