Re: Ronnie + Rhiannon + Anyone (Cian briefly!)
A tickle ran down her spine when her boyfriend spoke into her ear, the little hitch in her shoulder visible to even a casual observer. Rhiannon reached out and swatted Cian’s ass as he headed across the room to talk to Gabe. She gave her attention back to Ronnie, her smile a bit wider. “Weres, am I right?” Besides an affinity for cold weather fashion, dating gold-headed men who could shift into cats was the other major thing they had in common. “I’m actually hungry for a change. Are you eating or are you mingling?”