Ronald certainly couldn't stop. These kisses were addicting. How they made his heart race, why he suddenly felt a nervous little knot in his stomach... he should be used to this. Courting, seducing, stealing hearts... so why did he feel so nervous? Like something he said or did could make it go all wrong?

But he leaned in, taking another kiss and another and one more even though he knew he shouldn't. His hold remained tight around Watanuki, as if his relief and need to see him safe was all he wanted.