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 ear, "So

"Do not."

and look

day

His smile is devastating.

a wild animal in bed, not

holds up

"In fact..."

leans in, my heart pounds so hard it almost makes

lips meet in a

man? These

tired of us, of this, that one day we really will make it through the end of the

our legs tangle with each other and the blankets

love you and I want this to

he says between kisses.

stop thinking about your dad

groans and kisses

messing with my

my dad's messing with your erection, that's new,’

quickly unbuttoning his jeans and pressing

admit I dreamt about it but never saw this in my future, I was too afraid to hope for it

his dick was, but now my body instantly relaxes, basically sucking

control

the stairway like he's afraid then looks

to go but fuck,

baby, you have a

really all there is

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

don't know what I

if It's

the couch has joined the soon to be long list of desecrated items in our

embarrassed as

way bigger mess than we've ever made post

"I got it."

from the downstairs wet bar with an array of paper

he

only reason I

say as he tugs my shorts

you with one of his old shotguns that he probably doesn't

"Perfect."

the trash in the corner, taking one

misfire and hit my dick, making your prophetic story actually come true.” I

drops the towel

pulls me into his arms, kissing me on

can feel

is hot against mine, muscular, firm,

the reflection of the documentary on

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