Page 12 of Grave Misgivings
I’m pretty sure lusting after your straight friend counts as a sin in someone’s book. And if it doesn’t, lusting after your best friend’s straight brother who’s ten years older than you, most definitely does.
“Are you alone?” I asked, unsure if I really want to know the truth.
“I’m always alone,” he says, his voice barely a whisper.
“Geo...” I pinch the bridge of my nose. “You’re drunk.” I say the words for myself, mostly.
Because I can’t let myself fall back into old habits.
I can’t let him open up the wound I fought so fucking hard to stitch back together.
“Don’t tell my mother,” he whispers. Then, he laughs.
It’s infectious, but then everything about Geo Graves is infectious.
His smile, his spicy orange blossom and clover scent, his pretty fucking eyes and perfect mouth.
His voice.
Oh, thatvoice.
“Secret’s safe with me, G.” I glance at the clock. It’s three am.
We’ve been talking for a half hour.
And it barely feels like five minutes.
Then I hear voices. Voices I don’t recognize.
“We’re heading out,” a female says. “
You good? You need a ride?” I hear a man’s voice, he sounds young.
“Yeah, I think I’m drunk,” he says innocently.
The woman chuckles. “That you are, Geo. Come on, let’s get you home.”
“Home’s in Arizonnnna...” he whines, and then I hear some buttons beeping.
I know then he’s forgotten about me, about his momentary lapse in judgment.
“Go home, Geo,” I say, not waiting for him to respond. I hang up, tossing my phone on the bed as I run my hands through my hair.
I force myself to lie back down, to close my eyes, but it’s no use.
I’ve been poisoned again, and all I can think about is his deep, guilty voice.
I miss you.
Maybe Hell is real after all.
CHAPTER 4
Geo
Hailee and Richiegiggle as I fumble with my fingers trying to open my digital lock.
“I’m sorry,” I say, feeling the need to apologize for my behavior.
