Page 101 of Grave Misgivings
My jaw tenses. “Yeah, and?”
“You don’t regret it, do you?” he asks, and I can see the fear striking his face. “Shit, you do, don’t you?” Panic floods his face, and I squeeze him tighter.
“I—” I have to think about my words, because I know my answer will make or break more than just us. “No, I just... I don’t wantyouto regret it,” I say.
Sunlight streams through the window.
Geo purses his lips as he touches my lips with his fingers.
“I don’t,” he says softly.
I part my lips just the slightest as he grazes his thumb over my bottom lip, and the way he’s looking at me soothes my fucking soul.
He kisses me, and all the tension, all the anger, all the pain, disappears.
In that kiss, I feeleverything.
“I waited thirty-nine fucking years, Zeb. Let me have this, okay?” he says, his voice dark and full of humor.
“I feel like I’ve corrupted you somehow,” I say, with a laugh of my own.
“You did,” he says, holding me close. “But now I know what make up sex feels like, and I can totally see the appeal now.”
His phone rings out from down the hall, and I look at him as he traces his fingertips along my beard, and I realize I need to shave.
“You going to get that?” I ask.
Geo rolls himself over top of me, pressing me into the mattress with a smirk, planting another soft, feathery kiss on my lips. “Nope.”
He settles his weight against me, but the position isn’t overtly sexual.
It’s comforting.
I trail my fingertips along his ass, up his spine.
My body aches, knowing where he’s been, and my heart aches knowing where he’s going.
The phone rings again.
And again.
“You should probably answer,” I say as he groans, rolling his eyes.
When he shifts off of me, I feel the emptiness of his weight.
I throw myself out of bed, heading for my bathroom to get showered. Being covered in dried cum is not as appealing as it sounds.
When I get out of the shower, I find Geo across the hall in the guest bedroom, packing up his guitar.
“What’s up?” I ask, leaning in the doorframe.
“I’m late for sound check.”
Sound check, right. The show...
The show’s tomorrow.
And so is his birthday.
