RONAN’S POV
The door slammed behind me harder than I intended, the echo of it rolling over the quiet beach like a slap. I dragged a hand through my hair, trying to steady my breath as I stepped barefoot onto the warm sand. The salty air was supposed to help, wasn’t that what people always said? Breathe in the ocean air, let it calm your mind, your body.
But nothing about this damn place was calming. Least of all, Wren.
I clenched my jaw as I paced near the shoreline, the sand shifting under my feet. My body was a raging furnace, every nerve on fire with an ache so primal it made it hard to think. Hell, it made it hard to walk.
The rigid evidence of my desire pressed against my shorts, insistent and unrelenting and I cursed under my breath. I dont think i have ever been this hard i
