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

you sucked them so hard the other day I was

His smile is devastating.

been like a wild animal in bed, not that

holds up

"In fact..."

my heart pounds so hard

lips meet in a hungry

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

day we

with each other and

you and I want this to

he says between kisses.

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

and

messing with my

messing with your erection,

tugs down my shorts quickly unbuttoning

about it but never saw this in my future,

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

even control my

and looks up at the stairway

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

baby, you have

there is

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

know what

It's

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

almost embarrassed as Easton

way bigger mess than we've ever made

"I got it."

with an array of paper towels and

groan as he rubs

growls, "Gonna have to not do that...the only reason I have self

as he tugs my shorts back up

of his old shotguns that he

"Perfect."

the trash

your prophetic story

drops the towel and

laugh again as he pulls me into his arms, kissing me on the top of

can feel your

is hot against

snuggle closer as we sit with the reflection of the documentary on the

I'm