Page 70 of End Game

Understanding moves across her face.

“Griffin—”

My index finger rests over her lips. “I’m not asking because I think you changed your mind. I’m asking because now you know what the two of you are like alone.”

I pause and brush a stray strand of hair from her face.

“And maybe that’s something you want to keep between the two of you.”

“It’s not,” she assures.

“Or maybe having me there changes what you do with him.”

“It probably will.” Her tone is matter-of-fact, and it catches me a little off-guard.

“Okay,” I manage.

Her hands slide up over my shoulders and around my neck. Fingers start to play with my hair.

“But different isn’t bad, Griff. What Ronan and I do alone is ours. What you and I do alone is ours. What the three of us do together will be something else.”

“You’re annoyingly good at this sometimes.”

She smiles. “I’ve had a lot of therapy.”

I laugh.

Then her expression softens. “Griffin, I don’t want you there because I want you to watch or learn.”

That gets my attention.

“I mean, you can watch.” Her mouth twitches. “I’m not opposed to that.”

“Good to know.”

She reaches up and cups my jaw. “I want you there because I want you.”

It’s simple, direct, and devastatingly effective.

I turn my face and kiss her palm.

“And I want him,” she continues and then smiles. “And Micah and Dex. But those things don’t cancel each other out.”

“I’m getting better at understanding that.”

“I know.”

I study her face.

“My turn,” she suddenly says.

“What?”

“Are you sure you want this?”

I’m a little surprised by the question. “I was the one who asked.”

“That isn’t what I asked.”