You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Harper

 I'm exhausted.

Mom and Dad have finally gone to bed, but I wouldn't put it past them to do room checks like they used to at summer camp.

I'm still downstairs with Easton bingeing some murderous documentary about a crime of passion, and some creepy stalker who always pretended to be her work friend but secretly cut pieces of her hair and slept with them in his pillow.

Ryan and Sadie are upstairs doing who knows what in the kitchen.

The creepy man on the screen continues his stalking.

Gross.

I shudder.

"Are you cold?"

Easton asks, pulling me close.

I frown.

"Is it just me or are you way too into the part where he almost gets away with it.” He shakes his head like he's disappointed in the mass murderer.

"I mean, he's an idiot, he could have made it, but noooo, he has to go back for one of those creepy pieces of hair like he didn't just kill her for rejecting him."

I scrunch up my nose.

"Weird that the husband ended up living."

"Poor guy probably wishes he were dead, imagine someone standing over you while you sleep with a butcher knife."

"Yay, what a great Christmas, so merry and bright,"

I tease and give him a hard shove.

“I'm going to have nightmares tonight about knives.” He laughs.

I turn to him and grip him by the shirt.

"I will end you if you sneak into my room, hover over me with a knife and scare the shit out of me.

I'll take that same knife and chop off both balls.” "Wouldn't that make me a eunuch?"

"Yes,"

I seethe.

"With the giant dick but a severe lack of testosterone and desire to have sex."

"Should I be scared that you just gave me an exact definition?"

He smiles.

"Chill, I won't scare you, I actually like my testicles and um..."

crooks his finger and whispers in my ear, "So do

"Do not."

sniff and

them so hard the other day

His smile is devastating.

been like a wild animal in bed, not that

up

"In fact..."

leans in, my heart pounds so hard it almost makes

meet in

this man? These kisses? He's the addiction

that one day we really will make it through the end of the movie without getting

as our legs tangle with each other and the blankets on

you and I want this

he says between kisses.

the whole man with the butcher knife, I can't stop thinking about your dad coming down the stairs with one of the steak knives from the

and kisses

with my

with your erection, that's

unbuttoning his jeans and pressing me back against my childhood leather

admit I dreamt about it but never saw this in my future, I was too afraid to hope for it as he

my body instantly relaxes, basically sucking him in and saying a small prayer that he'll

so sensitive and emotional I can't even control my own body as I get

and looks up at the stairway like he's afraid

you about how fast I was going to go but fuck, it's even worse than

baby, you have a

really all there

pressure shift just enough for his angle to hit the

know what

if It's just

has joined

as

way bigger mess than we've ever made post

"I got it."

from the downstairs wet bar with an array of paper towels and

as he

"Gonna have to not do that...the only reason I have self

case scenario,’ I say as he tugs my shorts back up and wipes down my

one of his old shotguns

"Perfect."

towels, tossing them in the trash in the

my dick, making your prophetic story actually come

drops the towel and walks

me into his arms, kissing

feel your stress,

is hot against mine,

with the reflection of the documentary

to know that I'm here, by your side, no matter