Page 73 of Grave Misgivings
Geo’s breath against my skin is hot and all consuming and I struggle to find my own center at the moment.
Fucking hell...
His phone rings from its spot next to the coffee pot.
Katy’s ringtone echoes in symphony with Geo’s phone.
“Fuck,” I curse as I move away, even though I don’t want to. But I know if I don’t answer, she’ll just keep calling.
Geo braces his arms out against the counter, his breaths still heavy and labored. He looks up at me, his pupils still blown, lips still kiss-swollen.
I punch the green icon on my phone. “What?” I snap at her, probably more harshly than I should. Katy doesn’t notice, though.
“Sorry to wake you, but, like, this is super important,” she drawls.
I glance at Geo, who’s catching his breath, focused on answering his own phone.
“It better be,” I gripe.
“So, mom just got a call from the coordinator at the Gardens,” she chirps excitedly. “And they had a cancellation last minute, and they asked her if she knew anyone, and?—-”
My blood chills. I purposefully took this week off to behome, to spend time with my friend.
“Anyway, I told them we’d take it.”
“Katy...” I pinch the bridge of my nose. “I can’t play a set today...”
“It’s an hour set, Zeb, it won’t kill us. You’ll be in and out.”
Geo watches me intently.
“I don’t even have a set list prepared.” I huff in annoyance.
“Do it,” Geo says, making me turn around.
“What?”
“Is my brother up already?” she asks.
“I can’t. I?—”
“Yes, you can. You can and you will,” he says sternly.
“I wasn’t planning on playing anywhere while you were here.” I shake my head, feeling more on the spot now than when Geo was fucking kissing me.
“Oh, you should totally bring him, Zeb! It’ll be just like old times.”
Geo crosses his arms, takes two steps toward me, and plucks the phone out of my hands.
And I do nothing to stop him.
“What time?” he asks, and I can hear Katy chattering. “Okay, text me the set list.” Ne nods, smirking at me. “Yeah, that sounds good. We’ll be there,” he says, hangs up, and tosses the phone at me.
I barely catch it.
“You go on at noon,” he says, and drains the last of his coffee.
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