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“Why don’t you get your butt up here and lead that way,” I offered. “You’ll see better then.”
She did, only to back into us at the next room we entered. “Nope. I’m not leading.”
A pack of vampires were feasting on a dead person’s neck on the floor, where the corpse’s foot twitched with each draw. When they looked up at us, one vamp wiped the back of his hand across his bloody mouth and grinned, revealing some pretty real-looking fangs.
“Look here. Dessert,” he said, and the entire pack of them rose to descend on us.
I curled even closer to Wick, damn near climbing into his tight T-shirt with him. “Oh God. They’re not supposed to touch us, are they?”
When the actors swooped closer, Wick glared at them. “Don’t fucking touch her,” he advised in a tone that had them pausing and abandoning their duty to scare us at all.
“That was so awesome,” I said into Wick’s shirt, hugging him gratefully and patting his arm for a job well done. “You’re awesome.”
I don’t even know how many rooms followed, but each one seemed scarier than the last. At one point, Charlie tugged on my hair, pleading, “Stop hogging Wick, dammit. He’s my brother.”
Apparently she wanted to hide her face in the spot I’d claimed as mine. Not about to relinquish my safe space, I said, “Screw you. You shouldn’t have eaten that burrito and then trapped me in the middle of the back seat.”
Wick roared with laughter and hugged me closer to him so he could kiss my hair. I should’ve felt sorry for Charlie; she had to scurry to his other side and fight with Darcy and Izzy for rights to crowd against him. But, nope, I really didn’t. She completely deserved it.
By the time we found our way back out of the winding, creepy building, I felt exhilarated. It reminded me of jogging. It sucked the entire way through, but once it was over... Oh my God, this rush consumed my body, making me thrilled to have simply survived.
“That was amazing,” I announced.
As Darcy examined the fake blood that had been splattered on her shirt and Izzy helped swipe imitation guts off Charlie’s back, I turned to Wick. “Are we going to another one tonight?”
He laughed and picked at something in my hair. “You want another one? Did you even open your eyes to see anything through this one?”
I shrugged. “Maybe for a minute or two. Oh! You have…an eyeball.” I brushed it off his shoulder with a grimace.
“I don’t even know what this is in your hair,” he countered, still working to scrape it free from my dark strands.
I laughed. “Feels like we just got stuck on the set of an episode of The Walking Dead.”
“Truth.” With a grin, he gently brushed something off my cheek. “Man, they got you good.”
Simply watching him as his thumb slid over my cheekbone yet again, I blinked, realizing just how much I liked him. I mean, I really liked just...being with him. He was such an amazing guy.
Noticing that my humor had settled as my feelings went serious, Wick’s fingers slowed their progress on my skin.
“What?” he asked, growing worried.
“Nothing.” I shook my head and gazed into his eyes. “I’m just really having fun tonight. That’s all.”
“Are you?” His voice went low as his pale eyes darkened with satisfaction. “Good. You’ve needed a little fun.”
I opened my mouth to thank him for letting me tag along and get to know his sisters, for making me feel included, and for simply being who he was.
But Darcy hollered, “Hey, lovebirds,” totally breaking into our moment. “Are we going to anymore spook houses tonight, or do you two just want to stand there and make moony eyes at each other?”
Wick guiltily jerked a step away from me before he shot his sister a scowl. “Jesus, Darcy,” he scolded.
But she was right. Tonight was not the night for me to get all emotional.
So, I shouted, “Shotgun,” and took off sprinting toward Wick’s truck, laughing when I heard the sisters curse behind me as they realized they all three had to share the back seat together.
33
Henry
