[God. Fuck. This wasn't how Kavinsky would have expected a conversation with Ronan to go, not after he'd ditched him in the dream field. He was in the middle of typing a reply, again, when his phone started ringing instead. He picked up. Of course, he picked up.
The sound of Ronan's voice did things to him, when he was so clearly affected. It sent a little shiver up Kavinsky's spine, tingled across the back of his neck.]
I want to be your boyfriend. I want to hold your hand [He knew that was cheesy, but he couldn't help it.] and kiss you and just- I want you.
[His tone sounded like he half expected Ronan to laugh at him. He was a touch guarded, but no less honest.]
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The sound of Ronan's voice did things to him, when he was so clearly affected. It sent a little shiver up Kavinsky's spine, tingled across the back of his neck.]
I want to be your boyfriend. I want to hold your hand [He knew that was cheesy, but he couldn't help it.] and kiss you and just- I want you.
[His tone sounded like he half expected Ronan to laugh at him. He was a touch guarded, but no less honest.]