"Only if you're planning on it for every fucking meal," Ronan says with a huff of a laugh. "At least the girls are providing you with fresh eggs to go with it. You're welcome, by the way. That was all me."
It occurs to Ronan, with Adam pulled in close like this, head tipped to grin up at him, that they're practically flirting. It's almost a ridiculous idea, incongruous with everything Ronan has ever been. But it's good, too. It feels good, stupid as it might be.
"What if make a thing out of it? Like we all take turns or some shit? Though, I swear to fuck, the first time Sargent tries to cook something with yogurt, I'm out."
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Date: 2016-07-07 04:58 am (UTC)It occurs to Ronan, with Adam pulled in close like this, head tipped to grin up at him, that they're practically flirting. It's almost a ridiculous idea, incongruous with everything Ronan has ever been. But it's good, too. It feels good, stupid as it might be.
"What if make a thing out of it? Like we all take turns or some shit? Though, I swear to fuck, the first time Sargent tries to cook something with yogurt, I'm out."