#Chapter61
/"Sorry?/" he echoed, his eyes zeroing in on the door. Raven wasn't drunk. That much he could tell, but even if he was, he wasn't sure why he was worried. His birdie wasn't a violent drunk. He was a happy, let's go get our dancing shoes, kinda drunk. But the way his body blocked the only exit, caging him in the small confines, it freaked him. Had him backing up. Had his ticker hitting the accelerator. /"Why are you sorry, birdie?/"
Raven shrugged off the jacket with a disgusted grimace, his lip curling as he dropped the thing at his feet. It hit the ground with a slopping thud. His shirt was just as wet, but he made no move to peel that off.
/"Because I should have known you weren't ready, Ronan. It was too soon. It was too heat of the moment. You needed comforting. You didn't need me there, making things worse./"
/"I . . . I wanted it, Raven,/" Ronan whispered. /"I really wanted it. I wanted you. It wasn't--/"
