'I've been a liar, been a thief;

Been a lover, been a cheat;

All my sins need holy water,

Feel it washing over me.'

I lunge across the bed to get to my phone before Ronan wakes up.

'Shut up.' I whisper yell into the phone.

'But I didn't say anything yet,' Keegan complains, and I can almost see him pout. 

'You here?'

'Yup. Is your conquest awake?'

I sneak a glance at the sleeping figure next to me. He is shirtless, and I know that underneath the sheets covering his oh-so-subtle backside, that he is completely naked. 

I groan and pull at my hair. Last night was wild. 

I throw the covers off me, and pick up my clothes from the floor. The denim shirt was missing a couple of buttons and my bra was nowhere to be found. 

'Deanne? You there?'

'Shut. Up.' I grunt, my eyes lazily scanning Ronan's bedroom as I rewind my memory back seven hours. I had walked in through the mahagony door, discarded my shirt by the bedstand, my buttons popping in haste. Ronan had roughly pushed me onto the bed, his fingers groping for my hook, unsnapping the flimsy material and throwing it.... upward.

Sighing, I raise my eyes to the ceiling, where my bra hangs from the fucking fan.

Great. Just fucking great.

So, last night was wild.

I decide to let it be, and pull on my pants. I am about to grab my leather jacket from the couch when Ronan stirs.

'Hey, hot stuff.'

Seriously, dude. Upgrade your flirtation tricks.

'I was just leaving.' I fling my jacket over my shoulder, and move for the mahagony door. 

'And I was thinking about round 2.' He wriggles his eyebrows at me. 

'It is called a one-night stand for a reason, Ronan.'

Hurt crosses his features.

'My name is Alan.'

Oh, fuck.

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