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Worth it.

Then I declare that I want to touch Cami.

Ronan gives me a Dexterity check because, quote, “You've spent the last five minutes arguing instead of paying attention.”

I roll a natural one.

Everyone goes silent.

Then Cami starts laughing.

I point at Ronan. “No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

Ronan considers me. “Hands behind your chair until your next turn.”

“This isn't even a real mechanic.”

“It is now.”

“You cannot homebrew because you're annoyed.”

“I am the Dungeon Master.”

“That phrase has become authoritarian.”

Micah catches says my name in warning.

Oh.

I look at him.

He raises an eyebrow.

My dick tries to punch through my jeans.

“Okay,” I say. “I withdraw my complaint.”

“I assumed you might.”

Ronan moves on.

By the time my next turn arrives, I'm sweating.

Not from exertion.

From sitting at a dining room table with four people I love and want in various complicated ways while Ronan uses dice to turn us into fucking lab rats.

Hot lab rats.

Consenting, emotionally secure lab rats.

My hands are released.

I roll my shoulders.