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His eyes narrow.

I take a breath and shift again deliberately.

Pain spreads low and deep.

My dick responds.

I look at him. “Very much not bad.”

His mouth curves. “Useful clarification.”

I kiss him again before he can become more insufferable.

We stay there longer than I expect, tangled awkwardly on the floor with a blanket between us and my body objecting every time I forget what happened to it.

Eventually Ronan rests his forehead against mine. “You said maybe.”

For a second, I don't understand.

Then my brain catches up.

Sex.

“Yeah.”

His thumb moves slowly along my neck. “You're back enough to answer again.”

“Yes.”

“That still wasn't the question.”

I smile. “It is now.”

His gaze holds mine. “Sex?”

“Yes.”

The answer feels different than it would have a little while ago.

Not foggy.

Not pulled out of me because I'm aroused or because I don't want the night to end.

Clear.

Ronan seems to find the same thing in my face.

“Not here.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Why?”

“I don't want to combine them tonight.”

I understand immediately.

Impact is one thing.

Whatever comes next gets to be another.