Jordeclan fic for day three of TRC/CDTH Prompt Week 2020

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I have an idea that might make this easier for you.” Jordan popped the first button of her shirt. “Mutual nudity.” She dazzled him with a devious smile. “Artist and subject.”- aka, Jordan comes up with a creative way to convince Declan to do some nude modeling for some figure drawing practice.

[Ronan Lynch / Adam Parrish] Rated T - 2.6k

Summary:

The truth is, the first few weeks are hard. Not that Ronan admits this to Adam. Or: Adam goes to college and Ronan deals with the places where he’s missing.

Adam knew he was in love with Ronan, that Ronan was in love with him. Ronan knew, too. They had known it, probably, from before they had even started dating, had understood that this was where they would end up: Adam’s head on Ronan’s chest as they lay in bed at The Barns, one of Ronan’s hands in Adam’s hair and the other playing with Adam’s own. Adam had known, absolutely, from the moment he had kissed Ronan on the porch, that he was committing himself to being in love. Ronan didn’t believe in feeling things halfway, and Adam didn’t believe in letting love slip out of his life after he’d spent so many years wanting, so kissing Ronan back had been saying yes, I’m sure. Now it was the middle of summer, the sun already high and bright and the Henrietta heat a shade away from stifling despite the early hour, and the worst of everything was months behind them, and they were in love. They did not say it.

“Are you sure you can’t miss that quiz?”

“Ronan,” Adam scolded gently.

“I know, I know.”

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