Page 420 of End Game

His thumb brushes my mouth. “Would you like me to stop?”

“Fuck no.”

“Then stop complaining.”

I laugh.

Can't help it.

He actually smiles and kisses me once more.

Then picks up the blindfold.

Oh.

My pulse jumps even more.

“Still green?”

“Yes.”

Then immediate darkness.

Total darkness.

My brain suddenly starts misfiring.

Where is he?

What is—

A hand lands on my sternum.

Ronan.

“I’m right here.”

The words catch me.

I exhale.

“Good.”

His hand moves.

Shoulder.

Chest.

Stomach.

Slow enough that my body starts following touch instead of trying to map the room.

“Nothing is happening that you need to predict,” he says.

I swallow. “Okay.”

“Don't ask what comes next.”