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I immediately want to say something.

Cami beats me to it. “You good?”

“Yes.”

He takes two careful steps toward the bathroom.

Then stops and turns around.

“For the record, I am going to perform some basic post-game maintenance because two separate men came in my ass tonight.”

Silence.

I close my eyes.

There are sentences that, even after everything we've done together, I am not prepared to hear said casually in my basement.

Dex points toward us. “No comments.”

Micah is laughing too hard to provide one.

Cami has her face buried against his shoulder.

Ronan pinches the bridge of his nose.

I manage, “I wasn't going to.”

Dex narrows his eyes. “You were thinking one.”

“I was thinking several.”

“Keep them inside.”

Then he disappears into the bathroom.

I shake my head. “Fucking hell.”

Micah is still laughing.

Cami looks better.

That matters more.

By the time Dex comes back, Ronan and Micah are satisfied with Cami's skin.

Micah finally looks toward me. “You want her?”

The question lands strangely.

Not because he's asking permission.

Because I haven't felt like I had to ask.

Cami looks between us.

I stand and move closer.

“Yeah.”