Page 397 of End Game

She smiles. “I plan to.”

As Micah walks toward his room, I call after him.

“You're just leaving me?”

He doesn't turn around. “You seem supervised.”

Cami pulls me toward the hallway.

“Traitor.”

The second the bedroom door shuts, Cami shoves me against it.

Not hard enough to hurt.

Hard enough that I laugh. “Holy shit.”

“Shut up.”

“You are being extremely aggressive right now.”

“I said shut up.”

“Yes, ma'am.”

She kisses me.

I reach for her.

She catches both wrists.

Pins them against the door.

Her hands are much smaller than mine.

I could move.

Obviously.

She knows it.

I know it.

Doesn't matter.

Because I don't.

Her eyes flick up to our hands.

Then back to my face.

Something shifts again.

She likes that.

Not physically overpowering me.

Me choosing not to resist because she told me not to.