"I'm sorry I kissed Angel," said Ronan. The beds of his nail, picked clean with the bludgeoned end of a toothpick, held a certain fascination. The kind that he doubted would have rendered itself interesting had the alternative been anything other than making eye contact with the brunette male sitting across from him. "Well, he kissed me, but I'm still sorry."

The delay in response set his teeth on edge. The tooth-poker slipped, slashing into the fleshy bank of his index, spearing the skin, puckering it up into a bloodless crater.

Yup. Cuz chipped, ugly nail polish wasn't bad enough. Holes in his fingers were the new in. Eat 'cha...