Page 793 of End Game

Micah withdraws from the chain and steps aside.

His face is flushed.

Eyes unfocused for a second before he blinks himself back.

Ronan's hand briefly catches his hip.

Micah nods.

Small.

Private.

Then Micah leans forward and kisses Dex.

That I see clearly.

Dex turns his head as far as he can, and Micah catches his mouth in a kiss that lasts longer than I expect.

There's nothing performative about it.

No audience in it.

Just the two of them checking back in with each other in the middle of everything else.

Ronan steps away long enough to handle the practical transition before moving behind Dex.

No details.

No need.

When he comes back, Dex looks over his shoulder.

Ronan checks him.

Dex answers.

Ronan takes Micah's former place.

Dex's reaction to Ronan’s thrust is immediate.

His shoulders tighten.

His mouth falls open.

Cami feels it through him.

Her fingers squeeze mine again. “Oh my fucking God.”

I laugh, but it comes out strained. “Still green?”

She nods first.

I lift my eyebrows.

“Green,” she gasps. “So fucking green.”

Ronan starts moving.