Page 120 of Grave Misgivings

“Mhmmm,” I murmur, letting my lips appreciate his neck. “I said low-key, and that wasnotlow-key in the least.”

“You really are theDevil In Me, you know that, right?” He moans.

I pull away from his neck, tracing my thumb over his perfect, pouty bottom lip. His golden hair is a mess, his glasses a little crooked, but the glimmer in his eye is unmistakable, as is the smile on his face.

“I know,” I say as I kiss him, as I show him just how devilish I can be. The sound of his ecstasy as he comes, the way he says my name, the wistful way in which he tells me he loves me is my favorite song.

When we are both spent, Geo curls closer to me, resting his head against my chest as he drapes his arm over my waist. I gingerly take his glasses off, setting them on the bedside table.

And as we both watch the LA sunrise from our bed, I know Heaven is real.

Because it’s ours.