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EPILOGUE

Six Months Later.

Geo

“Move, so I can get a picture of this fantastic spread, baby,” my mother says, shooing me to the side.

“It’s just food, mom. You can’t eat the picture.”

She waves me off.

“It’s a milestone, we need all the pictures.”

“Mom, stop,” I whine.

She takes the picture anyway.

“You’ll thank me one day,” she says with a huff as she continues waltzing around my house, taking pictures of everything.

Though to be fair, I guess there is a lot to document since she’s never been here before.

My dad follows her, rattling on about my movie-screen size television in the downstairs, insisting I never sell this house.

But I know one day, when the time is right, we will.

For now, though, while we work on our double album, this house works for both of us.

Katy nudges my shoulder.

“What?” I ask.

She reaches up, running her fingers through my hair.

“So not used to seeing your natural color,” she says with a grin.

“Been a long time since I saw this Geo.”

I can’t help the flush that forms on my cheeks from her sweet compliment.

“Happiness looks good on you, though.”

I smile, adjusting my glasses as she removes her hand from my locks.

Her phone vibrates on the table, and she grabs it.

“He’s five minutes away,” she says with a grin.

“You ready?”

“You didn’t give anything away, did you?” I ask.

She shakes her head as she straightens out the bowls of fruit in front of us.

“Who? Me? Never.”

I shake my head, running my hand through my hair.

She’s the only one who knows my big plan, and I can’t help but feel a sense of validation as she grins at me.

“Mhmmm,” I murmur as the door opens, familiar incessant barking starting up.

My mother is pulled from her photographic documentation and instead, toddles over to sweep up the newest addition to our family; Angel, the ten pound terror.

Who I’d adopted after three glasses of champagne and a very, very persuasive Zeb.

And I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love her and her noisy little Yorkie yips, her little tappy-taps as she runs across the tile, or the way she makes both of us laugh with her cute little puppy dog antics.

The house is never quiet anymore.

It’s full of music, incessant barking, and love.

So much love.

When he opens the door, my stomach does a little flip.

His bright eyes find mine and he shakes his head, smirking.

His dark hair frames his face, a welcome accompaniment to the thick beard that highlights his perfect tan and pink lips.

Thirty looks good on him.

“I should have known,” he says as Katy throws her arms around him.

Angel yips, twisting in my mother’s arms, and he grabs her, shaking his head with a wicked smile.

Angel wags her tail, bathing his arms in kisses.

“You sounded way too excited on the phone,” he says, shooting Katy a glare.

Katy sips her sour apple martini and smirks at me as I walk across my kitchen, one hand in my pocket, warm against the box I’ve been carrying around for the last week.

Zeb rubs Angel between the ears.

“This does not look low-key, sunshine,” he says, but his voice isn’t angry or unhappy.

It’s warm, sweet.

“It was either this or Good Morning America,” I tease.

Angel twists in his arms, licking the back of my hand.

Zeb rolls his eyes.

“Mhmmm.” His gaze travels to Katy’s drink.

“There’s champagne, too.” I smile as I grab Angel and set her down.

I need his hands available for what I’m about to do.

“Champagne, huh? You sure that’s a good idea?” he teases.

“Well, thirty is a big deal,” I say.

“Definitely deserves the good stuff.” I grin.

“Some might even say thirty is where it all begins.” I smirk as I pull the box out of my pocket.

I don’t miss the gasp from my mother, or Katy.

“What is?—”

“Your gift. Open it,” I say, offering it to him.

He takes it, his fingers shaking as he regards me with a suspicious gaze.

Angel throws herself over our feet, her tail smacking my bare feet.

My heart is in my throat as he opens the box.

He flashes his verdant gaze at me with a delicious smirk.

“This what I think it is?” His tone is full of pure love, but there is also a touch of humor.

“That depends, what do you think it is?” I tease him.

“I think it’s a very pretty tungsten ring.” His smile lights my heart.

“With very, very sparkly stones.”

“Do you like it?” I take the box from his hand, removing the ring from it’s velveteen casing.

His smile is everything.

He is my everything.

“Yes,” he responds, licking his perfect lips.

His voice doesn’t shake, and I can’t help my own smile.

The levity of his answer is Heaven Sent .

“I love it,” he says as I grab his hand.

I’m fully aware my parents and my sister are watching us, but I don’t care.

Honestly, I hope my mother gets a picture.

“Happy Birthday, baby.” I chuckle, and I press my lips to his.

When I break away, I can see the genuine excitement, the happiness in his eyes.

“It’s always been you,” I whisper as I slide the ring on his finger.

His fingers entangle with mine, warm and familiar, safe and perfect.

His promise against mine.

“It’ll always be you,” he whispers back.

Zeb

I open the door from the bathroom and find Geo in our bedroom, sitting cross-legged on the bed in nothing but his black boxer briefs, his thick tortoiseshell glasses sliding down his nose, golden blond hair falling across his temple, that big, black cross accenting his perfectly sculpted chest.

He is completely lost in thought, pouring over an array of song papers in front of him.

He doesn’t hear me, or see me, and for a moment, I just take in the sight of him like this.

My future husband.

So fucking perfect.

“Oh, hey…” He looks up from his spot, cheeks blushing from catching my stare.

His gaze dips to the towel around my waist, and I don’t know if I’ll ever get over these little moments; the ones where he looks at me with such endearment, such love.

“Hey,” I reply, sauntering in, taking my seat next to him, on my side of the bed.

“Figure out your ideal arrangement yet?” I ask as I shift closer to him.

He looks at me from beneath his glasses.

“Not quite. I mean, I like opening with Hellbound and the Heaven Sent remix, but I feel like we need an intro of some sort, and then there’s Saint, and of course, Sinner, and?—”

I slide his papers over with one swift motion, and he shakes his head.

“Zeb,” he sighs, but it’s not annoyed or defeated.

It’s soft, warm, and so fucking enticing.

I love it when he says my name like that.

“Sunshine…” I smirk as I pull him closer, upending him into the back of the bed.

Papers scatter, and he just shakes his head as he tugs at my towel.

“These are the masters,” he groans, but he makes no move to fight me.

Instead, he sinks back into the comforter, bringing his legs up on both sides of me, his thighs gripping mine as he runs his fingers along my back and over my ass.

I settle on my elbows, poised above him.

“We can make more music,” I say as I press my mouth to his warm lips.

Geo wraps his arms around my neck, his kiss slow and sweet as he opens his mouth for me.

Somewhere in the house, Angel barks, and I can’t help the smile on my face, or the laughter that escapes my throat.

“So much more,” he whispers.

I graze my fingers over his hips, sliding my digits up the expanse of his chest, tracing those perfect black lines along his abdomen.

Geo’s fingers tighten their grip in my hair as he lets out a soft moan as I palm his cock through his briefs.

“You still owe me for the party,” I tease.

“Oh do I, now?” he asks, thrusting himself up against my palm.

“Mhmmm,” I murmur, letting my lips appreciate his neck.

“I said low-key, and that was not low-key in the least.”

“You really are the Devil 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.

Thank you for reading Grave Misgivings!

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~Evie Riley