RONAN
Her fingers are still tangled in my sleeve before the last breath of the kiss leaves my mouth. She pulls back just enough for me to see the haze in her eyes, pupils blown wide in lust, lips swollen and wet.
“Come,” she whispers, voice small and raw as her eyes search mine, pleading. “Help me make it stop…”
The words should be reason, logic, a plan. Instead they’re a match to dry wood. A part of me still wants to tell her no, still wants to convince myself that I'm the reasonable one. But my body has been screaming for her for weeks and my head is a battlefield I keep losing.
So, when she drags me by my hand, I willingly follow. She leads me up the stairs with a determination that makes the rational part of me blink and fall silent. We pass her door, but she didn't stop.
Maybe sh
