WREN’S POV
The silence between us stretched tigh and humming with unspoken words and lingering heat. I forced myself to focus on my food, pretending I wasn’t affected, pretending the ache between my thighs wasn’t a constant reminder of what we had just done, pretending I wasn’t watching the way Ronan’s jaw ticked with every slow and deliberate bite he took.
He didn’t look at me once since he started eating. Hell since I joined him. He didn’t need to. His indifference burned hotter than any touch ever could. Like we didn’t have a toe curling s*x outside in the ocean just minutes ago. So be it.
I swallowed the food suddenly tasteless and placed my utensils down with an ease I didn’t feel. I reached for my napkin, wiped my mouth then rose to my feet with my chair scraping against the f
