Ronan woke up panting and trying his damn best to breathe.
No, he didn't have nightmares this time nor even dreamt about anything bad. The reason why he seemed he just run a ten-kilometer marathon was because of the none other than Forth—that Alpha sure does know how to invade him and his personal space.
Breathing deeply, he clenches his chest. He swallows the non-existent lump on his throat and tires his best not to recall every detail of his dream. Knowing that he dreamt about Forth was enough—remembering the details would be too much this time.
Was is it the first time he ever had a wet dream about someone?
He breathes deeply again, trying to loosen up for being tense. But how can he really do that exactly when he's also sweating and he can feel the pain on his crotch? He has never
