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, "So do

"Do not."

sniff and look

the other day I was afraid you were going to

His smile is devastating.

been like a wild animal in

holds up

"In fact..."

my heart pounds so hard it

in a hungry

how did I ever survive without this man? These kisses? He's the addiction your mom always warns

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

legs tangle with each other and the blankets on

I

he says between kisses.

thinking about your dad coming down the stairs

groans and

with my

with your erection, that's new,’

down my shorts quickly unbuttoning

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

how big his dick was, but now my body instantly relaxes, basically

and emotional I can't even control

up at the stairway like he's afraid then looks back down

going to go but

you have a magic

there is to

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

don't know

if It's just

never find out that the couch has joined the soon to

almost embarrassed as

like a way bigger mess than

"I got it."

kisses me again and returns from the downstairs wet bar with an array of paper towels and a warm

as he rubs

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

case scenario,’ I say as he tugs my shorts

chases you with one of his old shotguns that he

"Perfect."

trash in the corner, taking one look at the wash-—rag

making your prophetic

towel and walks

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

can feel your

against mine,

the reflection of the

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