Page 442 of End Game

The grin appears slowly.

There it is.

Micah's hand stills in his hair. “What were you thinking about?”

Dex's eyes remain on mine. “I was thinking maybe Cami should boss me around again.”

Heat moves through me so quickly that for one embarrassing second I am certain everyone in the room can physically see it.

Griffin laughs behind me—a quiet sound against my shoulder that says he absolutely felt my body change.

Dex’s grin turns smug.

I roll my eyes. “Shut up.”

“I didn't say anything.”

“Your face did.”

“You like my face.”

“Sometimes.”

“Usually when it's between your—”

Micah puts his hand over Dex's mouth. “Finish that sentence, and you're sleeping alone.”

Dex says something muffled against his palm.

Micah removes it.

“I said,” Dex repeats with great dignity, “I respect Cami’s leadership.”

“Liar.”

“Deeply.”

Ronan makes a small sound from the armchair.

It takes me a second to realize he's laughing.

I look back at Dex.

He's still watching me—waiting.

It’s like he isn’t quite asking, just leaving the door open and making sure I see it.

Dex will play with almost anything, but he rarely hides the invitation.

He makes it obvious enough that I can choose whether I want to pick it up.

Tonight, apparently, I do.

I shift forward out of Griffin's arms and stand.

The change in the room is subtle but immediate.

Dex sits up slightly.