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Chapter 7Ronan is cooking pancakes in his kitchen when Dustin comes in looking disheveled and sleep rumpled. It’s not the first time Ronan has seen Dustin look like that—he pretty much looks like that every morning—but it feels different to see Dustin that way in Ronan’s home. It’s not often that someone else is in Ronan’s space, but a sleepy man in his kitchen in the morning would mean that Ronan got laid last night. But that’s not the case here. They are colleagues, maybe friends, but nothing more. And he really needs to stop thinking about sleeping with Dustin. He’s not some high school boy controlled by his d**k. He can have an attractive man in his house without jumping him. “Morning.” Ronan still can’t help looking Dustin over. He looks good, warm and soft, sleepy, his hair a mess