Page 801 of End Game

Micah loosens his arms.

Cami shifts toward me, and I sit beside them long enough to take her without making her stand.

She folds into my chest.

Automatic.

Like water finding the lowest point.

I pull the blanket around both of us and kiss the top of her head.

Ronan checks Dex when he returns.

Then Micah.

Then Cami again.

He asks me one more time too.

Everybody answers.

Tired.

Green.

Micah settles beside Dex, and within minutes the three of them start forming their own smaller aftercare cluster.

Dex leans heavily into Micah.

Micah's hand moves over his back.

Ronan gives Dex water, then checks something on Micah's face before resting his fingertips briefly against the side of his neck.

Micah leans into it.

Just slightly.

Ronan kisses his temple.

Dex hands Ronan something to eat with a muttered, “You too, asshole.”

Ronan actually takes it.

I watch the three of them.

Cami settles heavier against me.

My hand moves slowly over her stomach under the blanket.

She is warm.

Soft.

Breathing normally.

Good.

Ronan looks over.