Page 463 of End Game

I laugh, because what else can I do?

When Ronan finally comes, Dex looks ridiculously pleased with himself. Micah is flushed and wearing that quiet half-smile he gets when he feels something more strongly than he's willing to announce. Cami's breathing has gone uneven again from nothing more than watching.

I brush my thumb over her hip.

She leans into me immediately.

I don't think either of us notices doing it.

Afterward is significantly less sexy.

There are five adults, too few water bottles, at least one towel that should never touch a human body again, and one of Dex's socks has completely disappeared.

No one can explain how.

Ronan is doing a quiet inventory from the couch.

“Any pain beyond what you would normally expect?”

The answers come back from around the room.

Everyone is fine.

Dex raises one hand. “Emotionally devastated.”

Ronan doesn't even acknowledge him.

Micah does.

His hand settles at the back of Dex's neck again, completely different from the way he held him earlier. Softer now. His thumb moves slowly over Dex's skin while he studies his face.

Cami shifts backward until her spine meets my chest.

I don't call her over.

She doesn't look around the room and consciously decide her husband should handle her aftercare.

She just moves.

My arms close around her with the same lack of thought.

Automatic.

Her weight settles into me, and something inside my body recognizes the position before my mind ever gets involved.

There.

I kiss the top of her head. “You good?”

She nods. “Tired.”

“Water,” I say to no one in particular.

One hand appears over her shoulder.

Ronan reaches for the nearest bottle and passes it to me. I twist the cap loose before giving it to her.

Cami drinks while I keep my other arm around her waist.