Ronan's fingers trailed the contour of Lucien's body. They were cold, but they left a tingling sensation on Lucien's skin. The latter shivered from his touch and tried to take his hands away.
"Ronan, the sun is still out," he said, trying to delay the inevitable. Unfortunately, the Alpha did not care much about the sun.
"It will set soon," Ronan whispered. Even if it was not going to set soon, Ronan would close off all the curtains and hide from the sun.
The taller man took both of Lucien's arms and put them around his neck. With one light swoop, he lifted the red-blonde man into his arms and marched toward the bathroom.
Inside the lavish bathroom, the huge bathtub at the center of the room was already filled with warm water. The bathtub had a temperature-regulating feature to ensure that the water inside was always warm.
