Page 196 of End Game

Cami turns toward Griffin.

Nine.

His hand comes up to her cheek.

Eight.

I glance toward Ronan.

Seven.

He’s already looking at me.

Everything in me stills.

Six.

There is no smile on his face now.

No dry humor.

No distance.

Five.

His eyes drop to my mouth.

My pulse slams hard enough that I feel it in my throat.

Four.

He looks back into my eyes.

There is a question there.

Three.

I nod.

Barely.

Two.

Ronan moves.

One.

The television erupts.

So does the sky outside.

His hand comes to the back of my neck just as his mouth finds mine.

For one impossible second, I don’t move.

I can’t.

I have imagined this enough times that I should know what it feels like.