Chapter 39 Where's The Feeling?
- Ronan
- I hadn’t said a word since dinner started.
- Chloe had made something fancy—steamed vegetables, grilled chicken, some expensive wine I didn’t touch. Liam sat across from me, quiet too, like he knew not to open his mouth. Good. He should know. After what happened, it was better this way. He wasn’t anything. Just a fuck. A release. That’s all I wanted him to be.