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

"Do not."

and

the other day I was

His smile is devastating.

like a wild animal in

holds up

"In fact..."

in, my heart pounds so hard it almost makes my

meet in a hungry

man? These kisses? He's

to get tired of us, of this, that one day we really

with each

you and I

he says between kisses.

after watching 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

and

with

my dad's messing with your erection, that's new,’ I tease, kissing

my shorts quickly unbuttoning his jeans and

but never saw this in my future, I

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

even control my

the stairway like he's afraid

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

baby, you have

really all there is to

both laugh and it makes the pressure shift just enough for his angle to hit

know

if It's

know is Mom can never find out that the couch has joined the soon to

almost embarrassed as Easton

way bigger mess than we've ever made post

"I got it."

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

groan as he

growls, "Gonna have to not do that...the only reason I have self control is fear of an

tugs my shorts back

one of his old shotguns that he probably doesn't

"Perfect."

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

misfire and hit my dick, making your prophetic

drops the towel

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

feel your stress,

hot against mine,

we sit with the reflection of the documentary

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