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"Hey, Mr. Perkins. How have you been?"
"As good as these old bones will allow." He laughs. "And look at this pretty lady you've got with you. Hello, dear. What's your name?"
"Jolie. I assume you have insurance for if I have a heart attack in here, right?"
Mr. Perkins just laughs again. "Oh, I like her. No Ben this time?"
He immediately realizes his mistake. I can tell by the way his hand almost flies to his mouth, but then goes to rub his forehead.
"I'm so sorry. I..."
"It's okay," I say low.
It's really not though. Because all that's done is remind me that Ben and I were here a week before he killed himself. Laughing, joking, jumping at things we should be used to being scared by, by now. And all I've done since his death is wonder if he was pretending the whole time. Giving me one last good memory of him to keep with me when he left.
I hand Mr. Perkins the ten dollar bill, and he gives me a small smile before waving us into the door behind him.
"Have fun. Hope to see you on the other side."
"Hope?" Jolie croaks.
I chuckle, and it sounds strained even to me. Jolie peeks at me out of the corner of her eye and then suddenly kisses me on the cheek. My eyes widen in surprise and heat rushes through me.
"Just in case we don't make it out." She shrugs. "Wouldn't wanna miss out on my end of the bargain."
"And to think I thought you meant a kiss on the lips." I smirk.
"Definitely what I meant," she murmurs as we head deeper into the house.
And just like that, the pain has faded. What is this girl doing to me?
We round the first corner, and I have to tuck my lips into my mouth not to laugh at the expectation of how she'll react to the first scare. An arm comes flying out of the wall, right in front of her face, and she shrieks, nails managing to dig into my arm, even through my hoodie. Then we hit the spot where an encased figure would usually light up inside the wall, but it doesn't come. Eyebrows furrowed, we pass it without anything happening and then my heart damn near leaps out of my chest when the sound of a chainsaw starts from behind us, and a man wrapped in dirty clothes and barbed wire begins coming out of the dark.
"Ahhh!" I scream, free hand flying to my chest.
Even if Jolie weren't yanking on my arm to pull me away from the figure, my feet would be moving, dashing around the corner. Only once we've both slowed down do I look over at her. In the faint light of the hallway I can see her trying, and failing, not to laugh.
"That was not there before," I pant.
"Good to know I'm not the only punk in here."
"That's not fair. Mr. Perkins changed things. I wouldn’t have brought you here knowing you'd hear me shrieking."
Her eyebrows raise. "Oh, so you just wanted me to be the scared one? I see."
"Well...no," I sputter. "Okay, that sounded pretty bad. I meant, I thought we'd have a good time without you hearing me scream like a ten-year-old kid."
"Welp, too late for that now." She snickers. "Considering the odds have been raised now, maybe you wanna give me another kiss before we get back to walking. Our chances of making it out of here are looking less and less."
That makes all the fear disappear inside me but increases the adrenaline. She looks up at me, waiting to see what I'll do. Waiting to see where I'll choose to kiss her. My nerves come back now, rushing through me along with the anticipation of having my lips on hers. I walk towards her and those beautiful full lips of hers quirk up as she takes a step back. Another step and her back is colliding with the wall behind her. I crowd her and feel her chest move with the shuddering breath that leaves her. God, that sound shoots straight to my dick.
I lean closer, and her eyes begin to close. Mine do the same. Then my lips are on hers, and it's better than I imagined, and I've imagined it plenty of times since the moment I left her car days ago. Their softness, their warmth, her breath ghosting across my lips. Her hands go to my arms, pulling me closer to her, bringing my chest tighter against hers. Then her hands are slipping higher, trailing over my shoulders to the bare skin of my neck, and I have to fight the shiver that tries to tear through me. Her fingers tighten on me, and the tip on my tongue runs along the seam of her lips.
She opens for me, and if I thought the feeling of her lips was paradise, then the feeling of her tongue meeting mine is heaven. I groan just as she moans, and our bodies somehow get impossibly closer. I'm sure she can feel me growing hard against her, but she only pulls me in more. Our tongues circle each other's, sounds mingling in the silence of the hallway until we have to pull away from each other. Although, once I lose the feeling of her lips against mine, I wonder how much do I really need air?
As if coming out of a dream, I open my eyes and when I'm met with darkness, I remember that I'm standing in a haunted house. But suddenly, nothing in here seems like it can scare me. Not with this woman's hands still on my neck and her looking up at me like she's as desperate for our next kiss as I am.
"Now, we have to make it out," Jolie says, and I can't help but smile at the huskiness in her voice. "So I can get another one of those."
