Page 280 of End Game

And finish the fucking song.

Backstage is chaos afterward.

People hugging.

Sweaty men shouting compliments at each other because apparently that's musician networking.

Cami hits me at running speed.

I barely catch her.

“You were so fucking good!” She kisses me before I can respond.

Micah reaches us a second later.

He doesn't launch himself at me because dignity still means something to one member of this relationship.

He grabs the back of my neck instead. “Proud of you.”

Three words.

Terrible.

Horrible.

I hate him.

“Can everybody stop emotionally assaulting me?”

“No,” Cami says.

A voice behind us says, “Dex.”

I turn.

Austin is there with Megan beside him.

Her eyes look slightly red.

I point at her. “You cried.”

“Shut up.”

“Tree huggers are so emotional.”

She hugs me. “Seriously. It was beautiful.”

“Thanks.”

Austin waits until she lets go.

Then he nods toward the hallway. “You got a minute?”

Oh. That's never ominous when said by a famous person.

I look at Micah and Cami.

Cami makes an enthusiastic go gesture.