#Chapter63
His mind had been overly active lately. Thought it was real cute pulling up snippets from memory lane. Had him reliving moments he'd barely even recalled. Like the hand thing. Like the way Ronan's hand had felt wrapped around his. The way he'd switched on his Daddy mode and comforted him through the take-off and landing, doing everything in his power to distract him from the flight.
It had meant nothing at the time, but right now? For some reason, his heart was convinced it meant everything.
Closing his eyes, head falling against the cold pane, a breath wheezed past his lips. Something was wrong with him. He didn't feel . . . right. And it had everything to do with Ronan. He was making him . . . experience feelings, sensations, and he just couldn't . . . /"Fuck,/" Raven cursed, spinning on his heels violently. Ronan flinched, fear spiking in his eyes. Had his teeth sinking into his lip.
