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

"Do not."

sniff and look

hard the other day I was

His smile is devastating.

animal in bed, not

up

"In fact..."

leans in, my heart pounds so hard it almost

in a hungry

man? These kisses? He's

tired of us, of this, that one day we really will make it through the end of the movie without

as our legs tangle with each other and the blankets on

and I want this

he says between kisses.

knife, I can't stop thinking about

groans and kisses me

messing with

erection,

my shorts quickly unbuttoning his jeans and pressing me

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

used to brace for how big his dick was, but now my body instantly

he's right, I'm so sensitive and emotional I can't even control

looks up at the stairway like he's afraid then

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

have a

there is to

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

know what

It's

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

embarrassed as Easton

a mess, like a way bigger mess than

"I got it."

again and returns from the downstairs wet bar with an

he rubs me

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

as he tugs my shorts back up and

old shotguns

"Perfect."

tossing them in the trash in the corner, taking

my luck, he'll misfire and hit my dick, making your prophetic story actually come true.”

towel and walks

again as he pulls me into his arms,

can feel

is hot against mine,

the reflection of the documentary on the

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