Page 48 of Haunted Nights & Savage Sins
“Why’d you do that?” Cormac asks.
“Why?” I hiss at him. When I realize that he has that confused look on his face, I scoff. “You really didn’t see it, did you? That woman was hitting on you.”
“No, she wasn’t. She was trying to make a sale.”
“She already made the sale, and typically when a man and woman are in a store that is not hardware-based, it’s the woman doing the shopping. Her eyes were only for you.” I smirk petulantly up at Cormac.
He looks from me and back over to the woman who is still standing by the statue, staring at Cormac.
“If you stare at her any longer, you’re going to have your first public fight with your wife.” I grumble as I angrily push and pull some costumes on the rack in front of me.
“Oh… um… no… I wasn’t. She’s not…” Cormac is at a loss for words, and even though I want to stay mad, I just can’t.
I pull out a nearly identical replica of a Little Mermaid costume, equipped with mermaid fin and red hair, and show it to Cormac. He screws up his face and shakes his head. Apparently, he’s not a fan.
I slide the costume back and make my way to the female Freddy Krueger costume.
“That’s a bit much.”
It is. The costume has the bloody claw, the hat. But instead of the regular sweater and pants, it’s a crop-top striped sweater material and a skirt short enough I’d never be able to sit down.
“Yeah, too much.” I put it back and make my way to the more modest costumes.
There is a dark green fairy costume. Very high end. With wings and a crown of flowers. Honestly, the dress itself looks like it could be worn to a gala event and not just as a Halloween costume.
“That one.” Cormac leans down and whispers in my ear. His voice makes me shudder. I know we just had sex in the car, but I swear I could tackle him to the ground right now and have my way with him.
I grab the one in my size, not before trying to check for a price.
“What are you doing?”
“I don’t know how much it is. I don’t want to spend too much.”
“You aren’t going to spend anything. Don’t disrespect me like that.”
I look up at him, and his mouth is set in a hard line.
“Even if you are using your money, this is only a costume, and these pop-up shops are known for overcharging. At least they do back home. I don’t want you to?—”
He cuts me off, grabbing the costume I have my fingers on and placing it against my chest. “I’ve got it. Don’t worry about how much it costs.”
There’s no arguing with him. I simply sigh and playfully roll my eyes at him. At some point, I’m going to have to ask him exactly how much money we have as a married couple. I know my father sent some as a dowry of sorts, but it wasn’t more than a couple of thousand dollars. At least that is what I overheard.
I pull us to the male section of the store. It’s much smaller but still has a wide enough selection. I pick up a Ghostface mask andshow it to him, but as he slides it on I snatch it back off. Not that it’s too scary, but it covers his whole face. That’ll never do.
On the other side is a red and black, gem-encrusted Phantom of the Opera mask. I grab hold of it and show it to him. This time when he slides it on, it only covers the side of his face with the scar. It’s beautiful, but I hate that he would want to cover that part of his face. He’s already spent so much time hiding what happened to him from the world, I don’t want him to have to cover it up anymore.
I shake my head and screw my face up before asking for the mask back.
The next item I pick up for him is a pair of metal, expertly crafted horns. They are a black, shiny metal and are actually pretty large. I slide them onto his head.
He looks like a demon with his just-fucked hair and the scruffy but well-kept beard. Like a monster searching for his prey. Perfect.
“This one.”
He shrugs and pulls the horns off his head. He turns around before I do and bumps into another woman who is standing just behind us.
“Holy fuck.” The lady gasps as her eyes scan his body before they get to his face, where she actually has the nerve to bite down on her lip sexily and say, “Oh my God.”
