Page 754 of End Game

“My concern is people deciding that knowing one piece of information entitles them to the rest.”

There he is.

I smile.

Ronan folds his hands over the notebook.

“If we confirm the relationship structure, that's the information we've consented to make public. It doesn't imply consent to share anything about our sexual relationships, kink, power dynamics, medical information, work schedules, home address, finances, or any other private detail.”

Griffin nods. “What happens in this house stays in this house.”

“Within whatever exceptions each person chooses,” Ronan clarifies. “But if someone hasn't explicitly agreed that something can be shared, the default is that it can't.”

That settles easily.

Nobody argues.

And yet something still feels wrong.

I look at the article again.

Then the Halloween pictures.

Then our wedding photo from four days ago.

All five of us together.

Micah and Dex in the middle.

Griffin beside them.

Ronan on the other side.

Me in front because apparently being five-three makes me decorative foreground.

Everyone touching someone.

Everyone happy.

I realize what's bothering me.

“Why are we talking like the problem is that they figured it out?”

Ronan's attention shifts to me.

“So far we've talked about what we need to contain. What we shouldn't say. Whether Dex needs to change how visible he is.” I shake my head. “I completely agree that our private life stays private. I am not putting our sex lives online. Nobody needs to know what happens in the basement, who sleeps where, who calls who what, or any of the rest of it.”

Dex opens his mouth.

I point at him.

“No relationship diagram.”

He closes it.

“But I'm not ashamed of this.”

Griffin's hand finds my knee under the table.