Not Now

The strong desire that pooled in Lucien's eyes was not different from the one in Ronan's. Alas, Lucien's sense of responsibility was too great. Although Landon practically clawed his insides, aching for Ronan's touch, Lucien still pressed his lips together and looked away.

"No," he said while pushing gently against Ronan's chest. The latter cleared his throat and returned to his chair obediently. He looked like a wolf pup that just got rejected for a treat. Lucien could almost see a pair of wolf ears on his head, slumped forward in disappointment.

The man on the bed reached out and hesitantly touched Ronan's cheek. "Not now," he added in a low voice. It was only the two words, but for Ronan it sounded like the beautiful toll of wedding bells.

Lucien rarely said yes and he did not make fake promises.

A speck of hope was still a speck of hope. Ronan grabbed Lucien's wrist and planted a chaste kiss on its inside.

"Alright."