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,

"Do not."

sniff and look

so hard the other day I was afraid you were going

His smile is devastating.

wild animal

holds up his

"In fact..."

my heart pounds so hard it almost makes my

lips meet in a

man? These kisses? He's the addiction your mom always

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

question as our legs tangle with each other and the

I want

he says between kisses.

man with the butcher knife, I can't stop thinking about your dad coming down the stairs with one of the

groans and kisses me

with

with your erection,

quickly unbuttoning his

future, I was too afraid to hope for it as he guides himself between my

but now my body instantly

even control my own body as I get dangerously

looks up at the stairway like he's

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

you have a magic

all there is to

enough for his angle to hit the

don't know what I

if It's just

can never find out that the couch has

embarrassed as Easton

like a way bigger mess than

"I got it."

with an array of paper

he

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

case scenario,’ I say as he tugs my shorts back

with one of his old shotguns

"Perfect."

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

luck, he'll misfire and hit my dick, making your prophetic

towel and

again as he pulls me into his arms, kissing

can feel your stress,

is hot against

as we sit with the reflection of

you to know that I'm