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..."

crooks his finger and whispers in my ear, "So

"Do not."

sniff and look

hard the other day I was afraid you were going to

His smile is devastating.

like a wild animal in bed, not that

up his

"In fact..."

heart pounds so hard it almost makes my chest

lips meet in a hungry

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

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

legs tangle with each

love you and I want this

he says between kisses.

I can't stop thinking about

and kisses

messing with my

dad's messing with your erection, that's new,’ I tease, kissing

shorts quickly unbuttoning his jeans and pressing me

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

now my body instantly relaxes, basically

control my own body as I get dangerously close within

the stairway like he's afraid

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

you have a

there is to

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

don't know

if It's just

can never find out that the couch has

embarrassed as

a way bigger mess than we've ever made post

"I got it."

with an array of paper

groan as he

not do that...the only reason I have self control is fear of an

I say as he tugs my shorts back up

his old shotguns that

"Perfect."

the trash in the corner, taking one look at the wash-—rag and looking to me

luck, he'll misfire and hit my dick, making your prophetic story actually come true.” I fall back on the couch

towel and walks

“Hilarious.” I laugh again as he pulls me into his arms, kissing me on the

feel

body is hot against mine, muscular, firm, and

snuggle closer as we sit with the reflection of the documentary

know that I'm here, by