Lucy’s pov :
The fire's glow danced across Ronan's face, highlighting the sharp lines of his jaw and the silver flecks in his eyes as we lay tangled on the rug. His chest rose and fell steadily against mine, our breaths syncing in that quiet rhythm we'd found after the kiss. I felt safe here, cocooned in his arms, the estate's silence broken only by the occasional pop of embers. But there was a new undercurrent, a heat building from the way his hand rested on my hip, thumb tracing lazy circles over the fabric of my sweater.
It was innocent enough, but it sent tiny sparks skittering across my skin, making my beta heart race. We'd kissed before, sure, stolen moments in cars or pack houses, but this felt different. Deeper. Like we were teetering on the edge of something more.
Ronan
