Lisa’s POV
Ronan left the room with a light laugh that still lingered in the air after he closed the door.
I whiled away time for what felt like a half hour.
Then came a sudden stir outside, thuds, shifting furniture, some muffled voices, the clinking of silverware… maybe even someone groaning about lifting something too heavy. I furrowed my brows. What in the—
Before I could fully decide on what to do, everywhere was silent again.
A few minutes passed before he returned. And when he did, I nearly fell off the bed.
He was in pajamas.
Not regular sleepwear — oh no — full-on, loose-yet-somehow-fitted navy pajamas with soft white piping. On his feet? Fluffy bunny flip flops. And to top it all off — a Santa-style pajama hat, drooping slightly to one side.
I stared. Then stared a little
