Nix
“What’s up your ass?”Zane climbed into the back seat and yanked the door closed.
I glanced back at him and shrugged. “Just the usual.”
“Your old man being a dick?”
“Isn’t he always?”
“What’s up, fuckers?” Kye joined us, wearing a shit-eating grin. But his expression fell when he noticed the atmosphere in the car. “No, no, no. This will not do. It’s Halloween, baby. Time to get fucked and get fucked up.”
“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this.” Zane thrust his mask in the air. “Didn’t we outgrow this shit two years ago?”
“Nah, Halloween is all about come as you aren’t.” Kye snickered. “That, B?” he motioned to my cell phone, and I nodded.
“Just texting her now.”
Me: Trick or treat?
I smiled at Harleigh’s instant reply.
B: Haha, funny. I’m almost ready.
Ignoring Zane and Kye discussing the game last weekend, I texted back.
Nix: Good, I’m ready to fuck things up.
I didn’t give her a chance to reply before sending another message.
Nix: Your chariot awaits.
B: Two minutes.
I waited five before texting her again. If I knew anything about Harleigh, it was that she was never on time.
Nix: Kye is getting restless… are you coming?
Me: Leaving now.
The second she stepped out of her trailer, my heart catapulted into my throat.
What the hell was she wearing?
“You are so fucking screwed.” Kye chuckled, clearly amused by the turn of events.
Zane caught my eye and shook his head as if to say, ‘He’s right.’
She climbed into the car, and Kye let out a low whistle. “Holy. Shit. Is that little Harleigh Wren?”
“Hey, guys.” She tugged on the hem of her skirt, if you could call it that.
Fuck.
“Birdie,” I whispered thickly, unable to stop my eyes roaming over her body. I didn’t know where to look first, I’d never seen so much of her skin on display. My hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as I silently willed my pulse to calm the fuck down.
“What do you think?” she asked, peeking up at me through long, dark lashes.
“I… it’s…” I cleared my throat. “It’s a little… much, don’t you think?”