Page 445 of End Game

Tracks.

Makes sure nobody disappears inside the momentum.

Dex glances toward him.

There is a very specific kind of trouble in that look.

Ronan sees it immediately. “Don't start with me.”

Dex's smile comes back. “I didn't do anything.”

“Good, you don’t want to.”

“Prove it.”

Ronan stands.

Dex's pupils blow wider.

Oh.

This is going to become a problem—a really hot problem.

Griffin's mouth brushes my shoulder.

His breath is warm against my skin. “You having fun?”

I lean back into him without taking my eyes off Dex. “So much.”

“Thought so.” His lips press to the side of my neck.

My whole body feels awake now.

Too many currents crossing.

Dex's attention on me.

Micah's hand still resting possessively at his neck.

Ronan moving closer with that precise, unreadable expression that somehow manages to be more threatening than an actual threat.

Griffin behind me.

Solid.

Familiar.

Mine in one way while absolutely none of this requires anybody else to be less.

And there it is.

The strange, nearly impossible thing we've somehow built.

No one has to move away for somebody else to come closer.

The movie continues for another twelve minutes.

None of us could tell you what happens.