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closing the gap between us by pulling me to him. Then he let out a deep sigh, pressing his forehead to mine. Lowering his mouth, his firm lips parted and he swept his tongue against mine. As I moaned into his kisses, a mixture of sweet relief and erotic torture cascaded through me. We finished our shower in silence, but my aching mind was comforted by knowing that Ronan had come back to me.
    As I straightened my hair at the vanity, I turned to him. He was seated on the edge, enjoying his morning coffee.
    “Do you mind if we talked about last night?”
    He nodded, giving me a halfhearted smile.
    “First, I’m so incredibly sorry, I feel sick about this whole thing.”
    “You don’t need to apologize, Holliday.” He paused for a few beats. “I did some research last night because I wanted to know more about your…condition. You call them triggers . I didn’t know how to process the possibility that our having sex might have caused your nightmare.”
    “Yes.” I swallowed hard. “Triggers vary…and…” I couldn’t speak past the ache in my heart at the thought of Ronan facing my nightmare.
    A cold knot tightened in my gut. Yes, I had been up front and honest with him when he had asked. I’d given him all the gory details, but now, he’d witnessed firsthand the subconscious battle I fought against the men who’d brutally attacked me.
    “Goddammit!” I yelled in frustration, tired of feeling this way.
    “Hey. There is no timeline on your healing process.” He stood in front of me, rubbing my shoulders in an effort to soothe me. “I’m here to support you, not push you into anything that causes you to relapse.”
    A twinge of pain shot through my stomach. I had to choke back the bile that had come up my throat.
    “It’s not you. Please, don’t be afraid to touch me, okay? Promise me, Ronan. Promise me that you won’t treat me like a fragile piece of china because of this one incident. I swear my heart won’t be able to take it if you pulled away. I intend to keep fighting. In no way do I want my issues to hurt you or come between us.”
    Ronan searched my face, and his eyes met mine. “I’ll never stop touching you.” He kissed my cheek. “Just try to stop me from keeping my hands off your gorgeous body. I love that you have such a strong fight in you.”
    “Also, I want to be clear: Please, don’t feel that you will say or do the wrong thing.” I smiled and stood tall. “What I’m trying to say is: I can handle the desire you have to command things of me sexually. Don’t feel like you can’t be rough with me—because I do like it.”
    He squared up to me. “Good, because I plan to help you break down these walls. When I told you I was the last man you’d ever tell your story to, I meant it. I’m not going anywhere.” His arms banded around my waist.
    My heart sang with joy. Relief echoed in my brain.
    “Thank you,” I said.
    He quirked an eyebrow at me. “For what?”
    “For giving me your love, and for not running for the hills when things get tough.” I laughed softly.
    “ Holliday …”
    The way he whispered my name felt like he was breathing hope back into my soul. His eyes glimmered brightly. Pushing my hair back, his lips grazed against mine with a sweet and tender kiss.
    “I’ll never run away. I’m here, and you never have to be afraid. Now, finish getting ready, because we have to be at the marina in an hour.” He smiled, smacking my ass with the rolled-up newspaper.
    I playfully shoved his arm, giving him a sour face as he exited the bathroom.
    With renewed determination, I resolved to keep fighting. For myself. For Ronan. I was done being broken. It ended now.
     

     
    We had spent the day taking tons of photos, swimming, and lounging in the sun. Ronan tried his hand at fishing while I lounged on the sundeck. We sipped Coronas while giving plenty of PDA for Franklin to capture for the tabloids. I never noticed any cameras while we were out. It was truly the