"Fuck off," Ronan snarls, placing a hand on Noah's chest to shove him away even as a slight grin curves his lips. "The last thing I need is to wonder if you're creeping around every time I eat a fucking Oreo."

He honestly doesn't think Noah does it much, especially not now, here in Darrow. Hell, only minutes ago he'd claimed to be worried about barging in on Ronan and Adam having sex so he clearly has some respect for privacy.