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..."

whispers

"Do not."

sniff and look

hard the other day

His smile is devastating.

animal

up his

"In fact..."

in, my heart pounds so hard it almost makes my chest

lips meet in

ever survive without this man? These kisses? He's the addiction your

tired of us, of this, that one day we really will make it through the

as our legs tangle with each other and the

and I want this to

he says between kisses.

I can't stop thinking about

and kisses

with

erection, that's

down my shorts quickly unbuttoning his jeans

have to admit I dreamt about it but never saw this in my future,

now my body instantly relaxes, basically sucking him in and saying a small prayer

I can't even control my own

looks up at the stairway like he's afraid then looks back down

going to warn you about how fast I was going to go but

have a

all there

enough for his angle to hit the perfect little

know

if It's

out that the couch has joined the soon

almost embarrassed as Easton

bigger mess

"I got it."

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

groan as he rubs

to not do that...the only reason I have self control is fear

tugs my shorts

chases you with one of his old shotguns that he

"Perfect."

his eyes and gathers the used paper towels, tossing them in the trash in the corner, taking one look at the wash-—rag and looking to me

and hit my dick, making your prophetic story

drops the towel and

is that funny?” “Hilarious.” I laugh again as he pulls me into his arms, kissing me on the top of

can feel your

against mine,

sit with the reflection of the documentary on

that I'm here, by your side,