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“Yeah.”

She studies my face.

“The restraint?”

“Yeah.”

“The guys?”

“Yes.”

“Watching me with them?”

I pull her into my chest.

“All of it.”

Her hand slides over my ribs.

I kiss her forehead. “Some of it was weird.”

She smiles.

“Good weird?”

“Very good weird.”

“Would you do it again?”

I think about the table.

About the moment both my hands were unavailable, and Micah had Cami safely against his chest.

About Ronan behind all of them.

About feeling movement reach me through three other bodies.

About Cami riding me at the end while I physically couldn't take control away from her.

Something warm settles low in my stomach despite the fact that I'm exhausted.

“Ask me tomorrow.”

She laughs. “Coward.”

“Go to sleep.”

“Yes, husband.”

A few seconds later, her breathing begins to even out.

I stay awake beside her for a while.

My hand rests over her waist.

Her Dexcom graph is fine.

The house is quiet.