Page 6 of Grave Misgivings
“I love your music, by the way,” he says, that sweet drawl warm on my skin as he leans close to me. “Devil In MeandHeaven Sentare totally on my fuck me playlist.”
I swallow harshly again, my gaze dipping to his lips.
Yeah, I definitely need a drink.
“Thanks,” I manage to say, my voice slightly rough.
He smiles as he walks away.
“Champagne?” Hailee offers me a glass, grinning.
“Absolutely,” I agree as I grab the flute from her hand.
Richie calls a toast, and we all clink our glasses, cheering Mateo and the upcomingPillars Of Rocktour.
Hailee smirks at me. “Heaven Sentis a great song, you know,” she says sweetly. “And that bass line inDevil In Meis—” She whistles and I blush.
I down my champagne like it’s a shot, relishing in the taste of the fizzy sweetness, reaching for the bottle to pour another glass.
Mateo watches me out of the corner of his eye, but he doesn’t say anything.
I try my best to change the subject.
“It’s so...” I swallow harshly, taking in the sight of everything, feeling slightly overwhelmed.
Mateo nonchalantly shifts a little closer to me, but not in an overbearing way.
Mateo has always had like this sixth sense of just knowing when something is going on, or if you are having an existential crisis, like I am, at the moment. His gray-blue eyes implore me.
“Relaxing?” he taunts, elbowing me, much in the way an older brother would. Technically, heisolder than me.
By a couple weeks, but still.
“I was going to say... bright,” I tout, crossing my arms as another waitress in a white and blue angel uniform squeezes past us, clearly headed for the table beside us.
“Oh, that’s just Saint’s aesthetic. The dungeons are downstairs. Where the real sinners go,” Mateo annoys me, raising his eyebrows.
I roll my eyes, taking another pull of my champagne.
Kill me now.
Why did I agree to this?
Mateo doesn’t talk about his... preferences, but he had called me when shit went sour with his ex, Edward. I don’t know the steamy details of what happened, or how their relationship worked in general, but just because I’m a fucking virgin doesn’t mean I don’t know about the kind of debauchery that is a permanent fixture in Hollywood.
I know Mateo is into some kinky BDSM shit, even if he hasn’t been as direct about it, and honestly, I’d be surprised if hewasn’t.
Some guys just have that vibe, you know?
Like, they exude sex appeal and part of that appeal comes from the fact that theyknowshit. Not just how to command a room, but...
They know how to make you see fucking stars when you come.
I mean, I wouldn’t know. But I’ve heard stuff.
He grins, letting out a laugh as I flip him off. He takes it stride, though.
“And the Hell aesthetic is stereotypically black and red.”
