Page 242 of End Game

Micah stares at me.

“I've heard things.”

He puts both hands on my thighs. “You want to go.”

“Yeah.”

The joke disappears so quickly it almost gives me whiplash.

“Really fucking badly.”

“I know.”

His hands squeeze once. “Then go.”

I look down at him. “I was hoping you'd come.”

“Okay.”

“That's it?”

“Did you want me to make you beg?”

My dick, traitorous little opportunist that he is, shows interest in this conversation.

I point at Micah. “Stay focused.”

His mouth curves.

“Austin gave me two backstage passes.”

“Cami?”

“Yeah.”

“Obviously.”

Thank fuck.

Not that I thought he'd object.

Still.

Something loosens.

“I want to check with everybody.”

Micah nods. “Then check.”

I grab my phone.

He stays between my knees while I open the group chat.

Dex

okay

nobody panic