#shine-dont-shadow

You carefully removed yourself from Geoff’s grip and gathered your clothes, dressing in the dark. You tiptoed out of his room and back to your own. You did anything to make sure that line between friends and lovers didn’t get blurred.

Sure, you had woken up the next morning in his arms before and you managed to keep that distinction but the less you did it the better. You climbed under your own covers and fell asleep to thoughts of Geoff.

The next morning everything was back to usual. Planning your next heist.

That night you were surprised by a knock on your door as you were cleaning your guns.

“Come in,” you called wondering who needed you so late.

Geoff stepped inside. He didn’t say anything at first but you did notice his eyes drawn to your low cut top and skin revealing shorts. He licked his lips and seemed to be arguing with himself for a moment. You didn’t say anything, not wanting to interrupt his thoughts.

Finally, he spoke up, rubbing his hands together, “I don’t know about you but yesterday’s heist. I’m still sort of, well…”

He trailed off and you sat up, setting your gun aside, “Geoff Ramsey, are you asking for a round two?”

He gave you a noncommittal shrug.

“I thought the deal was after heists only?” you raised an eyebrow. The two of you were always full of adrenaline after heists and at first you played wingman for each other at the bar so you could get the energy out somehow. Eventually, you came up with your arrangement after deciding to cut out the middle man.

He gave another shrug.

You knew you should have said no but lust overtook you as you pulled off your shirt. Geoff locked the door behind him and the two of you once again fell into bed together.

A few days later your eyes stayed trained on Geoff as he talked with one of the dancers at the local strip club.

“So you and Geoff?” Michael asked as he waited out of earshot with you.

That pulled your attention from the two. You looked at the red head, “What?”

“Aren’t you a thing now? I mean he has not so subtlety been visiting you every night for the past two weeks. Plus if looks could kill right now that girl he’s talking to would be dead ten times over,” Michael smirked.

You crossed your arms, “Geoff can talk to whoever he wants because while we may be using one another we sure as hell aren’t together. I see you and Gavin together quite often. Are you dating?”

Michael’s face just became smugger, “I haven’t seen Gavin naked. Well, not by choice.”

You rolled your eyes, “Fine. Since we’re both single and consenting adults you want to sleep with me.”

Michael gave a chuckle, “As I much as I would love to, I know better than to touch anything of Geoff’s. Especially his toys.” Michael paused and pointed to Geoff now with his arm around the dancer and heading inside the club, “Then again you may need a new playmate.”

You tried hard not to get upset. You and Geoff were never exclusive. He had every right to do what he was doing. You managed to keep the tears at bay but anger bubbled within you that you couldn’t push down.

You grabbed Michael and crashed your lips against his. He was hesitant and pushed you away, his hands stayed on the collar of your jacket.

“You sure your not going to regret this?” he asked, eyebrow raised.

“I’m sure,” you lied.

Michael shrugged and looked back to the empty spot Geoff left behind, “We’ve got some time then.” He led you to the backseat of the car.

Michael was quick, knowing you were on a time limit. He had your shorts down and your underwear pushed aside, fingers dipping inside you in no time.

You gripped his shoulders though, trying to enjoy yourself but you had to pull back.

Michael stopped instantly, getting the hint.

“I can’t. I’m sorry,” you whispered, tears clouding your vision.

“It’s okay,” Michael told you, pulling your shorts back up and dressing you. His voice was soft and you weren’t use to it, “I won’t tell Geoff.”

“Thank you,” you nodded, climbing off of him and hugging yourself.

You looked to the neon sign of the club then back to Michael. He simply nodded, “He can find his own way home.”

Michael drove you home and you locked yourself in your room. The next week you put as much space between you and Geoff as you could.

Finally, Geoff had enough and he made his way into your room. He closed the door behind him, “Okay, Y/N what the fuck? What did I do?”

You just looked at him silently not sure how to answer him. You slept with that slut. You made me fall in love with you, asshole. How can you not even feel a little something towards me?

Geoff’s face dropped and you realized that you had actually let all of that slip.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. Ignore all that,” you waved him off and turned your back towards him.

Geoff stepped closer to you. He bent down in front of you, “I didn’t sleep with her. I couldn’t.”

“Didn’t have enough money?” you asked, half joking.

Geoff’s lips tugged into a small smile, “Because I’m not the only asshole in the room who made someone fall in love with them.” That got your attention. You looked up at him, questioningly. “Yeah. I mean you. I fell in love with you.”

“Why?” you asked not sure what else to say.

“Beats me but if I was going to fall in love at least I chose the right person to do it with,” he gave you a nervous smile.

“Ditto,” you smiled back and leaned in slowly for a tender kiss.

Geoff’s fingers tangled into your hair as he deepened the kiss. He laid you back on the bed until he was on top of you.

He pulled away looking down at you and you asked, “Now what?”

“The usual?” he smirked.