Adam was always talking about how he would trade his car for a motorcycle if he could. 𝘏𝘦’𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘪𝘬𝘦, Ronan thought. It reminded him a little bit of Adam, in fact. Elegant and rough and ready at once.

Ronan’s phone buzzed. He swept it up at once, which meant it could be only one person: Adam Parrish.

“Break will be here in just a few days,” Adam said. He kissed Ronan’s cheek, lightly, and then Ronan’s mouth. “I’m coming back. Be here for me.”

─¿Adam. . .?

─¿Qué estás leyendo?

─Parrish, deberías usar anteojos.

─¿Parrish? @mxgichiId

─Extraño a Gansey.

─Polígamo. Eso es contra Dios. ¡Y además no me llama!

─Me preocupa su alma. Se irá al infierno si sigue así y yo no voy a poder visitarlo.

─Tú vienes al cielo conmigo, no me importa si Dios se opone.

─¿Eso es un kink tuyo?

─. . . Podemos averiguarlo.

─Tú eres un pecado, Parrish.