Page 464 of End Game

Micah looks over. “You okay, Cam?”

“Yes.”

He studies her another second before nodding.

Dex immediately appears upside down over the back of the couch, hair hanging toward the floor.

“You sure?”

Cami pokes him between the eyes. “Yes.”

“Excellent.”

He disappears.

Then immediately comes back.

“Griffin?”

“Fine.”

“Micah?”

“Fine.”

“Ronan?”

Ronan looks genuinely offended. “I am capable of assessing my own condition.”

Dex points at him. “That was not a yes.”

Ronan closes his eyes like he's summoning patience from another plane of existence. “Yes.”

Dex smiles. “Good.”

Then he finally drops back onto the couch.

I look around the room.

Clothes are scattered everywhere. A blanket is hanging halfway onto the floor. There is popcorn under the coffee table even though someone specifically moved the bowl before things got out of hand. Dex's missing sock remains missing.

Micah has Dex tucked against his side now, his fingers still moving slowly along the back of his neck. Ronan is sitting close enough that his knee rests against Micah's thigh. Cami is warm and increasingly heavy against my chest as exhaustion starts winning.

Nothing about the room looks erotic anymore.

It looks lived in.

Cami shifts against me.

My hand settles over her stomach.

Without opening her eyes, she covers it with hers.

There is no less because the five of us are… this.

There's just more happening in the same house.

More relationships.