-Amber-
The night carried on, and it felt like Ronan and I had finally taken a step forward in the right direction.
“Feeling tired?” Ronan asked as we stood by the bar, a few others around us. But it was just him and me talking this time.
“A bit,” I confessed, taking a sip of my champagne.
“Let me know when you're ready to leave.”
I shook my head. “No, you were invited to this party. We'll stay as long as you want to.”
“And what if you doze off before we go?” he teased.
I chuckled, shaking my head. “I’m not that tired. Though I must admit, I’m a little tipsy.”
He took a sip of his own drink before scanning the crowd, as if becoming even more alert after hearing me be slightly affected by the alcohol. It warmed my heart to see, even though I didn’t expect any attacks in this crowd.
