Page 618 of End Game

That lands deeper than any praise tonight.

That was the whole point.

I asked him to decide when enough was enough, and then I spent half the scene proving I would have kept taking whatever he gave me.

He believed the request I made before my brain stopped working better than the request my body might have made afterward.

My throat tightens.

I look away before it turns into tears again.

Ronan's hand settles at the back of my neck.

His thumb rests just below my hairline. “You can ask me for that again.”

I lean into his palm. “Good.”

A pause.

“You also don't need to be devastated first.”

I look over.

There's an irritating amount of amusement in his eyes.

“What?”

“I've been thinking about something.”

“That sounds dangerous.”

“Usually.”

His fingers stay at my neck. “We made an assumption about you.”

“We?”

“The household. Me included.”

I wait.

His gaze drops briefly toward the blanket over my lap before returning to my face. “You have always been interested in impact.”

Heat creeps over my neck. “And?”

“We interpreted it as technical interest from the giving side.”

My face gets hotter.

Which is bullshit.

“I am a switch.”

“Yes.”

“You all knew that.”

“We knew the word.”