Page 51 of Dead End

We both froze when my fingertips skimmed over his cock. It was rising to the occasion suddenly. I realized at that moment that I was groping him like some pervy perv. I mean, it was an accident, but still.

“This is nice and all, but fuck, October, let go so my balls can breathe,” he choked out, putting a small bit of distance between us when I let go of him.

We stood there awkwardly. I wasn’t quite sure where to look until I realized he was here at the morgue with me when I told no one where I was heading.

“Are you stalking me?” I raised a suspicious brow at him and secretly kind of liked the thought of him following me. It was sexy in a creepy, stalkery way, but also kind of hot.

Jesus, I’m messed up in the head for getting horny in the morgue.

“What? No. I tried a tracking spell.” He trailed off like he was hiding something as he glanced away and rubbed the back of his neck.

“And?” I cocked my hip out and glared up at him, sore balls be damned.

“I only needed a small piece of something of yours, and I really like those cute ass hugging panties of yours. You know the light blue—”

I smacked my hand over his mouth, and he grinned behind my palm, his eyes crinkling at the corners. Okay, that’s enough out of you. If you wanted to see my panties that bad, all you had to do was ask.” I smiled coyly, edging my fingers down to the hem of my skirt and slowly dragging it up on my thigh.

I let my palm fall away as he said wickedly, “October, can I please see your panties?” He couldn’t look away from the skin I was exposing. and I was feeling bold. Besides, he asked so kindly.

I pretended to seriously consider it for a second, and his blue eyes lit up with hope.

“No.” I giggled as I let go of my skirt.

He started pouting like a big man, baby. “Tease,” he muttered. “So what brings you to this lovely establishment? Besides, you know, the dead guy we’re standing next to.” He gestured to the body behind me and leaned casually against the cool metal box on his left.

I allowed myself a second to really look him over. I’d say this life agrees with him. He looked good—like really good. His eyes were blue like the ocean, nearly a midnight color in the center, like a sunrise tide on a beach. His emotions tended to play across his face these days, with veins of black creeping around his eyes, giving away his feelings.

“Raising the dead and all that jazz,” I said, trying to be nonchalant. “If I’m going to prove I have this handled and I’m not a bad person or that I can live in peace without having to run from this town like my dad did, then I need to do it.” I fiddled with the book in my hands, unable to make eye contact.

“I’ve always thought you were amazing, little goth.” He raised my chin with his finger, so I had no choice but to look at him. “What do you need from me?”

What did I need? I needed someone to tell me it was going to be okay, that I’d never be alone again, and that they wouldn’t leave me.

“Why are you being... well, not a douche canoe to me?”

He stared at me hard for a long minute, his head tilted to the side, as if he were trying to figure me out. He opened his mouth to tell me, but we heard a door close with a bang outside the morgue door.

“Shit! I can’t be caught in here! They’ll think I’m trying to raise an army!” I frantically searched for a hiding spot as the sound of footsteps could be heard clicking on the tiled floor outside the door.

“Quick! Get in here. Don’t worry, I’ll be with you the whole time in this dark, closed box.” I glared at his grin.

He snapped open a cooling box, his biceps flexing when he lifted me up as if I weighed nothing. I crawled inside, my breathing already picking up in panic at the small space and the thought of getting caught. I probably flashed some panties along the way, since my ass was practically in his face.

He quickly slid in after me with ease, covering my body head to toe with his own, and grasped the metal door, closing it with only a small crack to keep it open. Enclosed in the dark, I gripped his waist as he held himself over me on his elbows, his minty breath fanning my face. Me and dark, enclosed spaces didn’t do so well.

“Well, this is cozy. Come here often?” His teeth gleamed white in the shadows as a smile stretched his smooth, wide lips. He started playing with my hair in a soothing manner that somewhat eased the scream's desire to crawl its way up my throat.

“Not really, but you never answered my question. Why now?” I whispered softly, loving and yet hating the feel of him over me and having the chance to skim my fingers along the hard ridges of his eight pack.

Suddenly, with a snap of his fingers and a “quia ignis” under his breath, a single flame appeared from the pad of his index finger. He grinned smugly at my upturned face. I didn’t know he could do that. He must have been practicing every night.

“Who are you, October?” he asked softly. “And think really hard about your answer.” He waited patiently as I tried several times to think of anything intelligent to say to that. We were getting off topic, but I felt like he had a point to make.

We had to whisper because of the mystery person on the other side making a racket—metal banging on metal. I wondered how long we’d have to hang in the death box.

Don’t think about what’s all been in here, or you’re going to freak the fuck out.

“I’m just a girl who doesn’t know what the heck I’m doing half the time,” I answered truthfully, and I watched in confusion as he shook his head, his upper lip curling as he leaned down towards my face.

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