Page 74 of Grave Misgivings
Geo
There isno question about it, I’m one hundred percent gay for Zebulon Ingram.
I might have been able to write off our kiss in his truck as research, maybe I could have even attributed it to just being in the heat of the moment because I was trying to process, well, everything going on in my head.
But there was no writing off the way I felt when I saw him through the sliver of the open door this morning, naked in his shower.
There was no ignoring how my heart raced when he ran his fingers over my skin, tracing the lines of my tattoo.
There was no denying how hard I was, knowing he was hard, too.
Because of me.
Because helikedme.
He liked touching me, kissing me, holding me.
Grinding his cock against me.
And even if I could explain those things away, there was no explaining away the mess I made in my fucking sweatpants because I was so fucking aroused by all of it.
By him.
Familiar feelings of guilt and shame threatened to resurface, combating with the pleasure that lit me up like a star, trying to sink its poison into me and ruin what felt so fuckingright.
So, I did the only thing I could think of and reached for my salvation.
I reached for Zeb.
And he didn’t push me away. He let me bury my face in his shoulder, and he told me it wasokay.
He didn’t judge me, didn’t look at me like I was broken. He just held me and said it was okay, and that moment felt so right.Hefelt more right than anyone else ever has.
I watch him, one hand gripping his steering wheel, with the other dangling over the door with his arm partway outside his window.
“What?” he asks. “Do I have something on my face?”
The hot air filtering in through the open windows does nothing to help quell the heat that forms in my cheeks.
“Nope, just appreciating the view.”
I don’t miss the way his eyes crinkle a bit when he smiles.
“You keep saying swoony things like that, sunshine, and I’m going to have to turn this fucking truck around.” His tone isn’t angry or sarcastic. It’s humorous.
“And stand up my sister? Please. You and I both know she’d hunt you down and you’d never hear the end of it.”
He laughs, shaking his head as my phone chirps with a text.
It’s Mateo.Kevin get ahold of you?
I haven’t heard from Kevin since we got in, and I told him I was going to be unavailable until Wednesday, when Zeb agreed to drop me back off at the hotel for sound check at the stadium.
No, what’s up?
Mateo texts back quickly.Concert Friday is canceled. Rescheduled for Saturday.
Shit.
