Lisa’s POV
I didn’t mean to linger.
The door had been open just wide enough, the sound of fists hitting flesh and breathy grunts pulling me closer with a strange magnetism I couldn’t quite explain. But now I stood there like some statue with legs, watching, wide-eyed.
Ronan noticed me first.
"Why are you standing there just moping?" he called out casually, that lazy smirk already on his lips.
"Do you have a thing for moping? Cause you've been doing it a lot lately."
‘Lately he says! We haven’t seen each other in days. The audacity!’ I thought, yet said nothing.
I blinked. Twice. And then again.
Was it hot in here? Or was it just…
Well.
Every single man in the room was shirtless and glistening in sweat. Except Ronan. He looked exactly as he always did — calculated, composed, not
