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He nods, staring at Aiden from under his lashes. “And he keeps reminding me of them. Connard.” “Hey!” I nudge Aiden. “That can scar him.” He just watches me with amusement like he’s enjoying the show. “I’m already taking therapy,” Ronan continues. “Shut the fuck up or the only therapy you’ll take is for your broken nose.” “Not the nose, King.” Ronan hides his nose. “This shit is aristocratic.” “Not when I’m done with it.” “Wait.” I stare between them with a dumbfounded expression. “You were joking?” “You looked fucking adorable.” Aiden smiles. “Uh.. go back.” Ronan stares at Aiden as if he grew an additional head. “Did you just say ‘adorable’?” Aiden’s poker face returns. “No, no, no… don’t close off. Come on, King.” He retrieves his phone. “Say it again, I need to get it on camera.” Aiden stares at Ronan’s camera and mouths. “Fuck. You.” Ronan flips him off as he tucks his phone in his pocket. Then he leans in to whisper. “I’ll give you one hundred if you record footage of when he say