But was this small setback of almost dying gonna stop Riven? Nuh uh.
Fine. If Ronan was determined to ignore him, he would escalate. He could tell his body was fine, so... That's all that mattered.
He let his head fall back onto Ronan's shoulder, tilting so his hair brushed Ronan's cheek. He stayed there for a moment, then nuzzled lightly against his neck.
Ronan's pen paused for exactly one second. Then it resumed moving.
Riven fought the urge to huff.
He tried another tactic: he stretched both arms up over his head, making a show of the movement, and shifted in Ronan's lap again.
This time Ronan's other hand came up to steady him, sliding over his stomach with casual possessiveness.
"You better stop moving," Ronan rumbled, voice quiet but not even slightly bothered.
"Riven," Ronan growled into his ear.
"Mmm?"
"You are making it very difficult to focus."
"That sounds like a you problem," he murmured, wiggling again.
