Page 56 of Grave Misgivings
“So yeah, kitchen—” I twirl around my small kitchen, then point to the left. “Living room, sun room?—”
I motion for him to follow me down the hall, and he doesn’t hesitate.
“Bathroom, my bedroom—” I say the words quickly, dragging his luggage to the last room, across from my mine.
“Guest room slash music room. Figured you’d probably like this better than the couch.” I mumble the last bit, feeling an influx of sudden warmth. I drop his luggage off in the doorway of the guestroom.
He slides up to the doorframe, peeking in. He braces his arms on both sides, the motion drawing attention to the prominent muscles in his broad shoulders and back.
The definition looks good on him.
“It’s nice. Cozy,” he says, walking into the room.
I slide my hands in my pockets, adjusting my stupid cock.
My phone is chirping away as it vibrates in my back pocket. I know it’s Katy, but I don’t have the wherewithal to text her right now.
I just want to hold on to this moment, watching Geo inmy housea little longer before everything goes up in flames. Because I know as soon the Graves family enters the chat, shit’s going to hit the fan.
Geo jumps on the bed, his head hitting the pillows. He spreads his arms out along both sides, moaning out a sigh of relief.
“Oh, this is nice...” he says, closing his eyes.
I enter the room slowly, leaning against the dresser. “If you’d rather rest, you can?—”
Geo leans up on his elbows, and the sight of him here, like this—dark hair falling in his eyes, positioned the way he is—I know I need to keep my distance.
“I’ll sleep when I’m dead,” he says as he pushes himself up. He casually strolls over to where I’m standing, leaning one arm out to brace himself against the dresser. His dark gaze catches mine and I have to focus onbreathing.
This is really happening.
Geo’s in my fucking house.
My phone rings and Geo gaze’s flashes to my side. “You going to get that?”
“It can wait,” I say with a shrug.
Geo’s phone rings, and I can’t help but roll my eyes as the text messages chirp one after the other in rapid succession.
“You going to get that?” I ask. I watch as he silences his phone, a grin forming on my face.
“Nope. It can wait.” He smirks.
I nod. “Okay, then. I’m starving, how about you?”
CHAPTER 15
Geo
The minuteI saw Zebulon Ingram standing in front of his red pickup truck, all dark features and glistening golden skin, reality hit me like a sledgehammer.
Mateo nudged my shoulder. “New demographic?”
I nearly choked on my own words, because suddenly, I found it hard to speak.
“Uh huh,” I said as Mateo chuckled.
“You should go.”
