Page 802 of End Game

Our eyes meet.

“Thank you.”

His brow tightens slightly. “You don't have to thank me.”

“I know.”

He starts to look away.

“Ronan.”

His eyes come back to mine.

“I mean it.”

The words catch a little lower in my chest than I expect.

I could explain.

That would probably ruin it.

I'm not thanking him because the sex was good, although it very fucking much was.

I'm thanking him because I couldn't move tonight and never once felt like I needed to.

Because when Cami was suspended, I trusted him to know where the line was.

Because when Micah had her after, I trusted him too.

Because apparently somewhere in all of this, the part of me that believed loving people meant being personally responsible for keeping everyone safe learned how to share the job.

Ronan studies me for a moment.

Then he nods.

“I know.”

Better answer.

Eventually Micah stands and pulls Dex up with him.

Dex groans dramatically.

“You have got to stop making old-man noises,” Micah tells him.

“I have been through things.”

“So has everyone else.”

“Not in my ass.”

Ronan walks past him toward the stairs. “That is objectively false.”

Cami starts laughing again.

Dex stares after him. “I hate that you're right.”

The three of them head upstairs together.