“Nope,” he said, popping the ‘p’.
I shook my head, the corners of my lips quirking up. “We haven’t been here even an hour, and you’re already asking to be put over my knee?”
Ronan didn’t even look up from the packet. “It’s not that kind of rollercoaster,” he said, completely unbothered, flipping the page like he hadn’t just said something deliberately provocative.
I snorted, shaking my head as I folded another sweater. “Oh, is that right?”
“Yeah,” he went on, tone turning matter-of-fact in that way he slipped into when he’d decided he was right and that was the end of it. “You control the speed. It’s basically just a track down the mountain. You’ll be fine.”
“I’ve heard that before,” I muttered.
“Not from me,” he countered quickly.
That made me glance over.
He was stretched out, half on his stomach, half on his side, one leg hooked over the back of the couch like he’d melted into it. The welcome packet was splayed open in front of him, one hand lazily flipping pages while the other hung loosely off the edge, fingers brushing the floor. His hair spilled over the cushions and down his back, catching the firelight and turning white-blonde to gold.
He looked completely at home already.
Completely comfortable.
And entirely too pleased with himself.
“You’re not going to let this go, are you?” I asked.
“Come on, pleaseee.”
I studied him for a second, coming quickly to the understanding that he wasn’t trying to push me or test boundaries; he honestly just wanted to go on this thing.
God.
It really was unfair how easily that got to me.
“Alright,” I told him. “We can go on this mountain coaster thing.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. We’ll do it,” I said, setting the folded sweater aside, “on one condition.”
He narrowed his eyes slightly. “I don’t like conditions.”
“We’re booking a couples massage after,” I said resolutely.
“Um…” Ronan suddenly looked unsure, a slight furrow between his brows.
“I’ll be there right next to you, doll,” I promised, softening my tone. “I would never let anything happen to you. I think we both deserve some pampering, don’t you?”
“Okay… if you’re sure?”
“Positive. We can even try to request a female masseuse for you.”
Ro swallowed down his nerves, starting to look a little more comfortable with the idea. “Okay. That does sound kind of nice.”
“Thank you, babydoll. Now, are there any other fun activities in there?”
Ronan glanced back down at the packet, like he needed a second to reset, to shake off that brief flicker of uncertainty.
Then, just like that, it was gone.
