#Chapter17
As Ronan blew against his freshly painted nails, deep, huffing breaths that may or may not have outshone the big bad wolf by a tenfold, he watched his super bird with unmasked adoration.
They were sitting in the small box room that doubled as Lucien's guest bedroom, and even though they sat at opposing ends of the bed, a valley of makeup and awesomeness spread out between them, it was as though there was no distance at all. In fact, Ronan could have sworn the feel of his super bird's arms were still cocooning him, and the deep, musky tang of the other man's aftershave settled against him.
/"They pretty enough for you, bambino?/" Raven asked, capping the lid on the polish and scouring over the pile of pretties for his next weapon of choice. /"Or should I sprinkle glitter on them while they're still wet?/"
