Ronan leaned in again, his nose almost brushing Riven's, and said softly, "Delicious."
Riven's heart skipped. For a second, he hesitated—then boldly slid closer, his thigh brushing Ronan's. He reached up and cupped Ronan's jaw, guiding him into a kiss that was soft but purposeful, the kind that made the world blur for a moment. Ronan responded instantly, his hand slipping around Riven's waist, pulling him in just a little more.
When they parted, breath mingling, Riven smirked and licked his lips, pretending to assess something seriously. "Hmm. Yours seem to be seasoned with a different sauce."
Ronan raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"
Riven nodded solemnly, but the mischief sparkled in his eyes. "Yeah… I think I like mine better."
That made Ronan laugh—a deep, amused sound that rumbled in his chest.
Not soon after, they set off.
