All Hallows' Haunt

by Kenna Bellrae

I nodded, unable to get any words to cross my lips. Her body was warm, and I wasn’t ready to let her go.

I slammed into her hard, and where her body pressed against mine scorched my mortal soul.

Don’t touch the fucking patrons. And definitely don’t make out with them, fucking idiot.

“Will you make me a loser or a lover tonight?”

for an unknown girl who was very capable of handling her own,

“Loser or lover, sly Little Fox?”

The icy blue thawed to gentle steel, and with that, I was hers—even beyond tonight.

We were so good together, despite the twisting thoughts that swirled through my mind.

Another tear slid down my nose and dropped onto hers.

“I love you, Sienna.”

love you, Everett St. Claire.”

“I love you more, Sienna Rhodes.”