Room 507, Saturday Morning

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan was lounging around on his bed, an open book in-hand, but his attention wasn't on it. Instead, he kept getting distracted by other thoughts: thoughts of Karla, and Valentine, and Emma; of recent... encounters, and of friends long off the island.

He was distracted, yes, and distractable, although his door was closed.

[Expecting one in particular, thanks. Although Ronan's not. ;) ETA: I should add -- although I'm sure this comes as no surprise -- that this is quite likely going to be getting at least a little NSFW.]