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..."

finger and whispers in my

"Do not."

sniff and

day I was afraid you

His smile is devastating.

animal in bed, not that I'm

up his

"In fact..."

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

meet in

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

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

that question as our legs tangle with each other and the blankets

love you and I want this

he says between kisses.

can't stop thinking about your dad coming down the stairs with one of the

groans and kisses

messing with my

with your erection, that's new,’ I

tickles my sides and tugs down my shorts quickly unbuttoning his jeans and pressing me back against my childhood

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

but now my body

right, I'm so sensitive and emotional I can't even control my own body

stairway like he's

fast I was going to go but fuck, it's even worse

have a

really all there is

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

know what I

if It's just

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

almost embarrassed as

bigger mess

"I got it."

again and returns from the downstairs wet bar with an array

as he

not do that...the only reason I have self

as he tugs my shorts back up and

shotguns

"Perfect."

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

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

drops the towel

that funny?” “Hilarious.” I laugh again as he pulls me

feel your stress,

body is hot against mine, muscular,

with the reflection

want you to know that I'm here, by