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“Doesn’t look like nothing,” he replies.
“Just the usual bullshit.” I force a smile.
Zeb nods slowly. “Okay.”
Once he takes off again, I look at my phone.
Dare says you got this.
I chew my bottom lip, hoping he’s right.
CHAPTER 16
Zeb
“I’ll be fast, promise,”Geo says as he heads for the bathroom.
I nod. “I mean, we don’t have to be at your parents until six, and they are ten minutes down the road, so we’ve got plenty of time,” I reply as I head for my bedroom to grab my change of clothes.
Geo leans in the doorway, clutching his towel and a makeup bag full of “his face”, as he says, to his chest.
Set against the pale blue of my bathroom, he looks like the fucking Grim Reaper.
“Right, of course. I’m, uh... going to shower now,” he says, blinking before turning around and closing the door.
He’s been acting weird all afternoon, but I guess I can’t blame him after our conversation at lunch.
Granted, I knew it needed to happen, and I’m glad it’s out of the way now, but I’m still a little pissed about Katy just letting things slip because she was always adamant it wasn’t her place.
But in a way, I’m also kind glad she gave me an out, too.
I get undressed, tossing my shirt and jeans in the hamper, as I set about to finding my outfit for dinner.
Growing up, I spent a lot of time over at the Graves’, even before I started working for them as Geo’s guitarist.
Family dinners aren’t black tie or anything, but Debbie and Joel insist that everyone be in their Sunday best when they do have family dinner. Especially if guests are in from out of town.
I set out a purple button down with shimmery monstera fern motifs and a pair of black dress pants, just as the bathroom door opens. I head for the hallway to grab my towel, and then I run smack into Geo.
“Shit, sorry. I forgot my fa?—”
I settle my hands on his biceps without thinking, and his voice disappears.
“It’s all good, don’t worry about it,” I say as I drop my hands immediately, my gaze falling over the absolute specimen in front of me.
His dark hair is wet, haphazardly falling in his amber eyes, which is bad enough, because the sight of a wet, surprised Geo Graves is attractive in ways I can’t evenbeginto try and describe, but my gaze falls to his chest.
To the giant black cross that stretches across his well-defined pecs and six pack, and it keeps trailing lower until I see the cross disappear beneath his towel.
My towel, that is wrapped over his absolutely vicious fucking V.
Fuck.
Geo grabs his towel tightly, clutching his makeup bag across his chest.
“Sorry, just, uh... needed my face stuff.” He looks at me, batting those dark eyelashes as he chews on his lower lip, his eyebrows furrowing.
A strange tension builds, and I suddenly feel very warm.
