Page 78 of One Killer Night
His lips press to my hip bone before French-kissing a path farther north, blazing a decadent trail to my belly button. I draw in a deep breath as his tongue dips just inside before his teeth playfully nip my soft stomach, making me jump.
“I swear to god, I could spend a whole week eating you up, killer ...”
He keeps his slow, torturous pace to the underside of my breast, then against my sternum until lazing at the hollow of my throat.
“You know what?” he hums. “I’m gonna fuck you until neither of us knows our names.”
His nose runs up and over my chin as he breathes me in, inhaling every molecule of my scent before he kisses the hell out of me.
Leaving me no choice but to believe every word he’s just said.
“Hello!” Evie bellows next to me, pulling me out of my foxy coma.
“What?” I shrug innocently.
“Good grief, Charlie McHobag. You literally just shivered while staring off into the cosmos.” She holds up her hand. “Don’t share. If I had to guess from all that blushing, it’s something I never want to know about. Spare me the trauma.”
I laugh, feeling my cheeks burn as popcorn falls between my sister’s fingers before she shovels more of it into her mouth, then points to the glowing television screen. A scream erupts.
“Isaidthat you were missing the best part.” I look back to the TV as she gets excited. “Oh, look, we have a runner ... Why do they always run? The minute they run, everyone watching knows death is imminent.” Evie rolls her eyes. “See? She’s fallen, and she’s never getting up. Tragic. Bye-bye, busty camp counselor number two.”
My hands dart over my face, hiding me from the gruesome blood and guts as I draw my knees up, sitting on the couch.
I’m never sleeping tonight. Why did I let her pick the movie? Even if it’s research for her job, I should have known better. Never let the sister who specializes in gory special effects and can also quote every line from any eighties slasher film be the director of movie night. Ever.
I pull my blanket up under my chin.
“How do you watch this shit and eat? More importantly, why are you forcing me to? I thought we were doing a sleepover, not trauma bonding.”
The sleepover was Noah’s idea. He hated the idea of me being alone in the apartment without him. And I’m glad he mentioned it because I was already planning the same thing.
Evie laughs. “Forcing you? More like gifting you with this opportunity, you big baby. You realize that this film was the first of its kind. It kicked off careers, started a slasher film movement. It’s revolutionary. Plus, it’s almost spooky season.”
“It’s August.”
“And that would be the definition of ‘almost,’” she fires back. “Would you stop being such a baby? Have you forgotten that I need to immerse myself into the vibes of a slasher camp to really get the essence? This job we landed is literally the peak of my career. And, if I’m being totally honest, this is as much work research as it is pure enjoyment at your expense.”
I smile back rudely. “What a sweet, supportive sister you are. I hope you get fired.”
She laughs.
According to Evie, last week she scored the job of a lifetime when some guy hired her firm to create a replica of an old, abandoned summer camp and turn it into an interactive scarefest for Halloween. It sounds awful, like heart attacks and lawsuits awful. But she hasn’t stopped talking about it, even though I’ve tuned out every gruesome word.
The sound of crunching bones makes my shoulders jump before I dart to my feet, my back to the television.
“Mmmkay, that’s it. I am taking myself to bed and leaving you to geek out onBloody Bloody Massacre Part Seven Hundred and Forty-Ninein all its revolutionariness ... Clearly, you’re a psychopath who works for psychopaths.” I hold up a hand as she starts to speak. “I will be locking my door, so the couch is all yours.”
Evie chuckles as she digs her hand back into her bowl, but as I turn to walk away, she talks with a mouthful of popcorn.
“It’s just corn syrup and shitty special effects. Are you really frightened of a little ole scary movie?”
“Yes,” I laugh, looking back at her.
She gives me puppy dog eyes, blinking up adorably. “But I came all the way here to hang out with my big sis.”
God, she’s the worst.
“No way, I’m not falling for that look. No more movie night. I’ll have to watch the Disney Channel to counteract this torture.”
