Page 119 of Grave Misgivings
I’m fully aware my parents and my sister are watching us, but I don’t care.
Honestly, I hope my mother gets a picture.
“Happy Birthday, baby.” I chuckle, and I press my lips to his. When I break away, I can see the genuine excitement, the happiness in his eyes.
“It’s always been you,” I whisper as I slide the ring on his finger.
His fingers entangle with mine, warm and familiar, safe and perfect.
His promise against mine.
“It’ll always be you,” he whispers back.
Zeb
I openthe door from the bathroom and find Geo in our bedroom, sitting cross-legged on the bed in nothing but his black boxer briefs, his thick tortoiseshell glasses sliding down his nose, golden blond hair falling across his temple, that big, black crossaccenting his perfectly sculpted chest. He is completely lost in thought, pouring over an array of song papers in front of him.
He doesn’t hear me, or see me, and for a moment, I just take in the sight of him like this.
My future husband.
So fucking perfect.
“Oh, hey…” He looks up from his spot, cheeks blushing from catching my stare. His gaze dips to the towel around my waist, and I don’t know if I’ll ever get over these little moments; the ones where he looks at me with such endearment, suchlove.
“Hey,” I reply, sauntering in, taking my seat next to him, on my side of the bed.
“Figure out your ideal arrangement yet?” I ask as I shift closer to him.
He looks at me from beneath his glasses. “Not quite. I mean, I like opening withHellboundand theHeaven Sentremix, but I feel like we need an intro of some sort, and then there’s Saint, and of course, Sinner, and?—”
I slide his papers over with one swift motion, and he shakes his head.
“Zeb,” he sighs, but it’s not annoyed or defeated.
It’s soft, warm, and so fucking enticing. I love it when he says my name likethat.
“Sunshine…” I smirk as I pull him closer, upending him into the back of the bed. Papers scatter, and he just shakes his head as he tugs at my towel.
“These are the masters,” he groans, but he makes no move to fight me.
Instead, he sinks back into the comforter, bringing his legs up on both sides of me, his thighs gripping mine as he runs his fingers along my back and over my ass.
I settle on my elbows, poised above him. “We can make more music,” I say as I press my mouth to his warm lips.
Geo wraps his arms around my neck, his kiss slow and sweet as he opens his mouth for me.
Somewhere in the house, Angel barks, and I can’t help the smile on my face, or the laughter that escapes my throat.
“So much more,” he whispers.
I graze my fingers over his hips, sliding my digits up the expanse of his chest, tracing those perfect black lines along his abdomen.
Geo’s fingers tighten their grip in my hair as he lets out a soft moan as I palm his cock through his briefs.
“You still owe me for the party,” I tease.
“Oh do I, now?” he asks, thrusting himself up against my palm.
