Lila's Pov
Ronan came home early that Thursday. I heard the door open around five thirty and his footsteps straight to the kitchen where I was rinsing dishes. He didn't say anything at first, he just walked up behind me.
Put his hands on my hips, pressed his body against mine so I could feel how hard he already was through his pants. I stopped moving the sponge. Let the water run over my hands.
"You're early," I said.
"I couldn't wait," he answered. His voice was low. Close to my ear.
I turned off the faucet. Dried my hands on a towel, turned around in his arms and looked up at him. His eyes were dark and hungry, different from the soft ones last night.
"About tonight?" I asked.
"Yeah."
He kissed me then. Like he had been thinking about it all day, his tongue pushed into my mouth.
