Page 273 of End Game

His thumb brushes under my eye.

Apparently I'm crying now too.

Great.

“I love you too,” he says.

It’s quiet and deliberate.

No fucking ambiguity anywhere in it.

The first real tear slips down my cheek. “Fuck.”

Dex makes a strangled noise between us. “No. Absolutely fucking not.”

I laugh through the tears. “What?”

“Both of you at once?” His own eyes are wet.

“You started it.”

“I made one vulnerable statement. You two turned it into an emotional firing squad.”

Micah laughs.

Dex points at him. “And you're fucking crying too.”

“I am not.”

“You are.”

Micah wipes at his face, and his fingers come away wet. “Fuck off.”

I start laughing hard enough that I have to press my face into Dex's shoulder.

Dex wraps an arm tighter around me.

Micah's hand settles against the back of my neck.

For several seconds, all three of us are laughing and crying in an absurdly expensive Chicago hotel bed while completely naked.

Honestly, it feels appropriate.

Dex finally exhales. “So.”

I lift my head. “So?”

“We're all in love with each other.”

The sentence hits differently stated that way.

Not Dex and Micah, plus me.

Not me and Dex.

Not me and Micah.

All three of us.