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 in my ear,

"Do not."

sniff and

them so hard the other day

His smile is devastating.

like a wild animal in bed, not

up his

"In fact..."

so hard it almost

meet in

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

he's going to get tired of us, of this, that one day we really will make it through

legs tangle with each other and the blankets on

love you and I want

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

and

with

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

tugs down my shorts quickly unbuttoning his jeans

it but never saw this in my future, I was too afraid to hope for it as he guides himself

was, but now my body instantly relaxes,

can't even control my own body as I

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

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

you have a

there is

enough for

don't know

if It's

can never find out that the couch has joined the soon to be long list of desecrated items in our

almost embarrassed as Easton pulls

made a mess, like a way bigger mess

"I got it."

wet bar with

groan as he rubs

that...the only reason I have self control is fear of

he tugs my shorts back up and wipes down

old shotguns that he probably doesn't even know how to

"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

prophetic story actually come true.” I fall

towel and

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

feel

hot against mine, muscular,

we sit with the reflection

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