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..."

his finger and whispers in my ear, "So

"Do not."

sniff and

other day I was afraid you were

His smile is devastating.

wild animal

holds up his

"In fact..."

pounds so hard it almost

meet in a hungry

how did I ever survive without this man? These kisses? He's the addiction

thinking he's going to get tired of us, of this, that one day we really

tangle with each other and

and I want this

he says between kisses.

man with the butcher knife, I can't stop thinking about

groans and kisses me

messing with

dad's messing with your erection,

shorts quickly unbuttoning his jeans and pressing me back

future, I was too afraid

dick was, but now my body instantly relaxes, basically sucking him in

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

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

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

you have

all there is

just enough for

don't know what

if It's

find out that the couch has joined the soon to be long list of desecrated

as

made a mess, like a way bigger mess than

"I got it."

wet bar with an array of paper towels and a warm

he

that...the only reason

tugs my shorts back up and wipes down my

chases you with one of his old shotguns that he probably doesn't even

"Perfect."

used paper towels, tossing them in the trash in the

my dick, making your prophetic story actually come true.” I fall back on the couch

towel and

again as he pulls me

feel your stress,

is hot against mine, muscular,

snuggle closer as we sit with the reflection of

just want you to know that I'm here, by your side,