Lisa’s POV

“What are you doing?” I asked. Utterly stunned.

“Dance with me.” He replied, no context, nothing… And he was already pulling me elsewhere.

“What do you mean ‘dance with you’?” I asked, already halfway pulled into the center of the marble floor.

Ronan didn't respond immediately. Of course not. That would’ve been too easy. Instead, he simply smirked, his hand on my waist like we’d done this a thousand times.

I rolled my eyes and kept them aimed anywhere but at ...