Page 220 of End Game

We stay like that for a while.

Long enough that the last of the haze clears.

Long enough that I become aware I'm naked in Ronan's bed and eventually need to decide whether I'm going back to my room.

I start to sit up.

Ronan's hand closes around my wrist.

I look at him.

His expression is almost annoyingly composed considering what he just did to me. “Stay.”

I blink.

Of all the things tonight that could have gotten to me, apparently that's the one.

“You want me to?”

“Yes.” The answer is immediate.

Ronan shifts slightly on the bed. “If you want to. I would like you to stay.”

Something in my chest folds in on itself.

The first time Cami was with him, she had to ask.

I know that because Cami tells me almost everything… eventually.

This time, Ronan asks me.

I don't know if he understands what that means to me.

Maybe he does.

He usually notices too much.

“Okay.”

Ronan reaches for the blanket and pulls it over us.

Then he pauses. “Touch?” The question is quiet.

I know exactly what he's asking.

“How?”

“You can put your arm around me.”

My throat tightens. “Yeah?”

“Yes.”

I move slowly enough that he can track every inch, sliding closer and settling one arm across his waist.

Ronan adjusts once.

Then relaxes against me.