(Julia’s POV)
As the days passed, Ronan and I only grew closer. From sharing meals together each day, to watching movies on the couch in the evenings, to walking slowly around his home’s backyard, getting in the minor exercise the doctor had recommended, we were practically inseparable.
That closeness extended even when we left the house. The first time I prepared to leave for a doctor’s appointment following my collapse and visit to the hospital, Ronan hovered nearby. He was quiet, but I could tell he wanted to say something.
Finally, I turned and looked at him. “What?” His eyes widened slightly. “What do you mean?” I snorted as I put my jacket on. “You clearly have something on your mind, so go ahead and say it before I have to go.”
“I want to — I mean, could I—” He sto
