Page 352 of End Game

Drake gives him a look. “You practice handling rope. You practice what I showed you on yourselves or each other. You review the anatomy we discussed.”

His attention settles on Jeremiah. “No deciding you're ready for an elaborate harness because you watched a video.”

“I would not do that.”

“Good.”

Then he looks directly at me. “And no rewriting my entire curriculum before your next lesson.”

Cami makes a noise.

Micah looks away.

Jeremiah smiles.

I cross my arms. “I wasn't planning to.”

Drake stares at me. “You were thinking about it.”

I dislike how accurate that is. “I have questions.”

“You should.”

“I’ll make a list.”

Cami laughs openly now.

Drake finally smiles. “Bring it next time.”

Outside, the March air is cold enough that Cami immediately buries her hands in her jacket pockets.

Alexis is still talking about the photographs on the studio wall.

Micah falls into step beside me as we head toward the car.

After several seconds, I ask, “You really could see how it was going to shift?”

He looks at me. “On Carter?”

“Yes.”

He nods. “I don't know how to explain it.”

“Try.”

He thinks. “It looked like drawing.”

I wait.

“If I put a line somewhere on a body, it changes where your eye goes and how everything around it balances.” He traces something invisible through the air. “The rope felt like that. Except the line has pressure.”

That makes sense.

“I didn't think about it sexually at all,” he adds.

“Neither did I.”

He gives me a look.