Page 370 of End Game

That voice.

Praise from Micah hits differently than it does from Ronan.

Ronan's praise makes me want to prove him right.

Micah's makes me feel like he already knows I will.

My thighs press together.

Griffin’s fingers dig further into my skin. “So that's a thing,” he says dryly.

Micah's mouth twitches against mine. “What?”

“The voice.”

I turn toward Griffin. “You have one too.”

“Apparently.”

Ronan laughs softly.

I look at the three men around me.

Ronan's hand is still on Micah's thigh.

Griffin's is still on my hip.

Micah still has my hair wrapped around his fist.

The movie hero is now limping dramatically through a burning building.

Nobody gives a shit.

“Are we doing this?” I ask no one in particular.

Silence.

It feels like a sudden acknowledgment that somebody finally said it.

Griffin looks at Ronan.

Ronan looks at Micah.

Micah's eyes come back to me.

Then Griffin’s voice dips low and right next to my ear, as he answers, “I vote yes.”

My pulse jumps.

Micah's thumb strokes once against my scalp. “Same.”

Ronan's mouth curves. “Cameron?”

“I was the one who asked.”

“That wasn't an answer.”

I smile. “Yes.”