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

"Do not."

sniff and look

hard the other day I was afraid you were going to bite

His smile is devastating.

a wild animal in bed, not that I'm

holds up his

"In fact..."

in, my heart pounds so hard it almost makes my

meet in a hungry

These kisses? He's the addiction your mom always

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

answers that question as our legs tangle with

love you and I

he says between kisses.

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

and

with my

your erection, that's new,’ I tease, kissing

and tugs down my shorts quickly unbuttoning his jeans and pressing me back

my future, I was too afraid to hope

now my body instantly relaxes, basically sucking him in and

I can't even control my own

the stairway

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

baby, you have a

all there is to

makes the pressure shift just enough for his angle to hit the

know

It's just

never find out that the couch has

as Easton

way bigger mess

"I got it."

wet bar with an array of paper towels and a warm rag from

he rubs

reason I

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

shotguns that he probably doesn't

"Perfect."

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

hit my dick, making your prophetic story actually come true.” I fall back on

the towel

again as he pulls me into his arms, kissing me on the

feel your stress,

is hot against mine, muscular, firm, and

sit with the

want you to know that I'm