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Ronan's voice is rougher now. “Yes?”

“Permission?”

There is a pause.

I think Ronan speaks to Cami. “Do you want him to?”

“Yes.”

“Where?”

Cami answers, “My mouth.”

I hear it.

I grin around Ronan.

He taps my head once in warning.

I behave.

“Micah,” Ronan says, “granted.”

Micah's breathing changes.

Griffin's does too.

The table shifts harder.

Cami gasps.

Then Micah swears so quietly I almost miss it.

His hand hits the tabletop.

He's done.

Fuck.

Ronan's fingers slide deeper into my hair.

He pulls away from my mouth.

I'm breathing hard.

My jaw aches slightly.

I have never been happier.

Ronan looks down at me.

“Still green?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

His eyes stay on mine as he says, “Griffin.”