Graves

by Katelyn Taylor

Am I even dumber for contemplating allowing him to walk me home and discover where I live? Absolutely. So, tell me why, when I look into his eyes, all rational logic flies out the window and I nod my head yes as I begin my walk home like normal, sans headphones.

“So, what now?” I ask. “Now,” he starts, his hand on my thigh, squeezing tightly. “You’re mine.”

“I can’t leave my woman wanting. I’ll give you a ten second head start,” he says as he pulls away his hands and begins rolling up the sleeves of his shirt to his elbows. “Your woman?” I question dubiously, despite the hard thudding of my heart at his words. “I told you that you’re mine. I meant it.”

for some idiotic reason, I no longer feel threatened by him. He’s too obsessed with me, whether that’s good or not. I truly don’t think he’d ever hurt me or let anyone else hurt me.

That’s the thing about the Graves brothers, though. We aren’t known for doing the right thing.

“Because I’d rather share you with Zayden forever than risk losing you.