A confession as terrible as it is wonderful. Noah is dead. So irrevocably dead that his existence has been wiped from Ronan's history, eliminating every experience they ever shared, taking away everything they were and everything they could have been. Noah is gone.
They have no past and no future, and every moment they share is stolen in defiance of fate and sacrifice, and probably this will have terrible consequences someday. But by some accident they exist in the same place, at the same time, and Ronan won't waste it.
He kisses Noah until the ache in his heart stops feeling like something that's going to drive him to tears, which would be such a mood-killer. Especially since this is a happy night, actually. They're in love.
"So do you wanna make love?"
Ronan has no idea if Noah's a virgin, or what virginity even means to him, but this will be the most intimate they've been with each other, at least. And that means something, to Ronan.
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They have no past and no future, and every moment they share is stolen in defiance of fate and sacrifice, and probably this will have terrible consequences someday. But by some accident they exist in the same place, at the same time, and Ronan won't waste it.
He kisses Noah until the ache in his heart stops feeling like something that's going to drive him to tears, which would be such a mood-killer. Especially since this is a happy night, actually. They're in love.
"So do you wanna make love?"
Ronan has no idea if Noah's a virgin, or what virginity even means to him, but this will be the most intimate they've been with each other, at least. And that means something, to Ronan.