Page 68 of Grave Misgivings
He turns to me, flashing his dark gaze at me, and I think if the devil were real, he’d look exactly like Geo Graves at this precise moment.
Older.
Hotter.
Dark hair all messed up, fiery gaze and kiss-swollen lips, hands in his pockets.
I am so fuckingHellbound.
“Good night,” he says, and with that, he leaves me in my living room.
I touch my mouth, noting I can still taste him on my tongue, and my cock is still hard as a fucking rock.
I know I need to be careful.
I know that one kiss doesn’t mean Geo is all in. Everyone gets curious, sometimes.
Right?
That’s all it was, just a kiss. Maybe a wine-induced curiosity.
Except, something tells me that’s not entirely the case.
I run my hands over my face as I fall into my couch, feeling overwhelmed.
He asked me how IknewI was gay, which he’s right, is an extremely personal question.
But maybe there was an actual reason he asked me.
Maybe, just maybe, Geo isn’t as straight we all thought he was, and he’s just now realizing it at thirty-nine.
I stare off down the hall, at his shut door.
Memories flood me of all the moments I took for granted. The boys I messed around with as a teenager when we were “experimenting” or just fucking around.
I was into whatever I could get from those guys, because I enjoyed the rush of it. The secrecy of it. Making them come in the locker room before practice, getting them all hot and bothered in the library during study sessions.
Getting fucked in the bathroom at the parties we weren’t supposed to be at.
But it was also confusing as hell because I knew I wanted more, but I didn’t think more was an option at the time.
I’m not sure it’s an option now, either, but I want it all the same.
I want it now more than I think I ever did, but I also know how dangerous it is to want Geo Graves.
He broke my heart before.
Will he do it again?
It’s still darkout when I wake up, but I’ve always been a bit of an early riser, even despite the fact I work late a lot when I’m out on gigs. But there’s something relaxing and easy about being up before everyone else is.
I squint into the darkness, noting the clock reads five fifteen. I shut my alarm off before it can go off and wake Geo, since he’s right across the hall.
I quietly crack open my door, noting his door isn’t completely shut. I move to shut it, stopping as I peer into the darkness. The sliver of light from the hall seeps into the room, casting an almost godly glow directly on his dark form. He rolls over, groaning in his sleep, and I quietly shut the door, my stolen moment gone too far.
I know it’s probably rare he gets this sort of time in general, so the last thing I want to do is interrupt the guy’s long overdue chance to sleep in.
I slip away, grabbing a towel from my hallway closet, and make my way to the bathroom. The heat of the shower is welcome and I can’t help but let out a groan of my own from the warmth.
