Page 538 of End Game

“I think I need Ronan.”

There isn't even a flicker of hurt.

“Okay.”

That might be one of the reasons I love him so much.

Ronan is reading when I find him.

Because of course he is.

Book open.

Glasses on.

One ankle resting across the opposite knee.

He looks up.

His book closes immediately.

“How did it go?”

I stand in the doorway of his room. “They love me.”

His expression doesn't change.

“They don't approve.”

Still nothing.

“My mom hopes we all come to our senses.”

He removes his glasses and sets them on the table beside him before he stands. “Come here.”

Two words.

That's all it takes.

I cross the room and stop between his knees.

His hands settle at my hips.

Not pulling.

Waiting.

I put my palms against his shoulders.

“I don't want to talk about it.”

“Okay.”

“I don't want reassurance.”

“Okay.”

“I don't want anybody to tell me they're wrong or I'm right or everything will be fine.”