Page 700 of End Game

Now she's sitting on it in a black bra and jeans, hair falling around her shoulders, Griffin standing between her knees.

My brain stops.

Micah's hand clenches on the table.

“Yeah,” I whisper.

Ronan says, “Your primary action remains.”

Griffin looks down at Cami. “I want her jeans off.”

“Strength is not relevant.”

Griffin looks at him.

“Dexterity.”

Griffin rolls fourteen.

Ronan nods. “Successful.”

He unbuttons her jeans.

Cami lifts her hips.

Griffin pulls them off.

Black lace panties.

Matching.

I lean toward Micah. “Do you think that was intentional?”

“Yes.”

I grab and kiss his hand before Ronan can tell me not to.

“Reaction spent,” Ronan says.

I freeze. “Wait. That counted?”

“Yes.”

“I didn't know reactions existed.”

“They do now.”

“I hate this game.”

“No, you don't.”

“No, I really don't.”

My turn.

I look at Ronan.

Then Cami.