[Ronan doesn't stir. Not at the shifting weight on the bed or the light press of a skinny body over him or the silent inquiries of the mouth grazing his skin.
He's been too trusting, leaving his door unlocked, allowing himself to drink his way into a sleep so heavy that the world outside disappears. He does know he lives with a monster. (More than one.) Probably, he should have gotten a lesson about this out of some fairytale.
Too late now for the warning. He's out like Sleeping Beauty.]
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He's been too trusting, leaving his door unlocked, allowing himself to drink his way into a sleep so heavy that the world outside disappears. He does know he lives with a monster. (More than one.) Probably, he should have gotten a lesson about this out of some fairytale.
Too late now for the warning. He's out like Sleeping Beauty.]