Page 70 of Grave Misgivings
Shit!
“I, uh—” I clear my throat as I turn off the fire, plating up my omelet. “Guess I got carried away,” I say as I card a hand through my hair.
Geo’s gaze flashes to the earbuds in my hand.
“Didn’t peg you for a Gaga fan,” he says with a grin. He pushes off of my fridge, taking slow strides toward me.
I set my earbuds down on the island and glance at his waist, noting the way his sweatpants hang off of his form. I’m tryingnotto notice the prolific outline of his swinging cock or where the edges of his tattoo disappear.
It’s like a fucking neon sign, I swear.
“Didn’t anyone tell you? When you get your gay card you have to choose a Gaga song. Like a Pokémon.”
Geo’s eyes widen, his eyebrows furrowing. “Seriously?”
His innocence and naivety should not be as cute as it is, but it’s fucking adorable.
“No,” I tease him as I pour him a cup of coffee.
He smirks, letting out a laugh. “Judas,” he says with a grin. “My favorite Gaga song. The video wassick.”
Then he shrugs, singing out those undeniable lyrics about being a holy fool, while rolling his eyes.
I take a slow step forward, singing out the next line, raising an eyebrow at him as I smirk about being in love with Judas anyway.
And like the devil he is, he grins, looking at me over his glasses.
“Fucking genius.”
I take a sip of my coffee and he wrinkles his nose.
“What?”
“How can you drink that shit black?”
I shrug. “There’s half and half in the fridge if you want it.”
He opens the fridge and I don’t miss the way the light illuminates him.
I watch as he pours the liquid into his cup, my gaze transfixed on how unbelievably hot this man is at quarter to six in the morning. It’s fucking criminal. I never wake up looking this good rolling out of bed.
“Was that your idea or the label’s?” I ask, nodding at his tattoo as he stirs his coffee.
“Oh, this?” He points to his chest with one hand. “Label suggested I should get some ink, and I just figured if I was goingto do it, I only wanted to do it once, so... I picked the biggest thing I could think of.”
“Really?” I ask, leaning against the island.
Geo shifts his weight. “Really. It was going to be this or angel wings on my back, but I figured people would see my chest more than my back, so...” He looks away for a moment, almost as if he’s embarrassed.
“What about you?” he asks, taking a pull of his coffee.
“What about me?” I grab my omelet, setting the plate between us, and grab two forks. I pass him one and he takes it.
“You have any tattoos I don’t know about?”
I smirk at him as I dive into my omelet. “One.”
Geo raises his eyebrows. “Really? Where? What is it?”
