Lisa’s POV

I didn’t mean to linger.

The door had been open just wide enough, the sound of fists hitting flesh and breathy grunts pulling me closer with a strange magnetism I couldn’t quite explain. But now I stood there like some statue with legs, watching, wide-eyed.

Ronan noticed me first.

"Why are you standing there just moping?" he called out casually, that lazy smirk already on his lips.

"Do you have a thing for moping? Cause you've been doing it a lot lately."

‘Lately he says! We ...