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I slide my mask on and follow him out, my pulse racing.
* * *
“I got lostin a House of Mirrors when I was nine,” I admit as we ease along the corridor of reflections. The maze is draped in tulle and illuminated by red lights, and I’m already confused which direction to go. “I was convinced I was going to die there.” Jed didn’t help any either, running off to ride the Gravitron.
“You obviously found your way out.” Henry leads, one hand gripping mine.
“My father came and got me. I was sitting on the floor, bawling. After, he walked me around the structure outside and showed me how small it was, that they’d never lose me in there.”
“This one is big, with a lot of dead ends, so you better stay close.” He squeezes my hand.
“I’m also not nine anymore.”
“No, you certainly aren’t.” He stalls a moment to regard our reflection—one of a hundred.
“We look good together.” I’ll admit, I’ve never had so much fun dressing up for Halloween.
“We do.” He leans forward to plant a sweet kiss on my lips.
I jump as I feel his fingers prodding the metal base of the toy through my bottoms. The dull, needy throb between my legs is growing more difficult to ignore.
“And how’s that feeling?”
“Barely notice it.” I lie.
“Really?” His mouth is inches from mine as he slips his index finger under the seam.
I roll my hips against his hand.
With a knowing grin, he slips his fingers away, and then continues.
We round a corner and find ourselves facing Margo, Joel, and Merrick.
“Dead end,” Merrick announces, gesturing the way they came.
“We came from there,” Henry points behind us.
“Then we must go this way.” Joel points in another direction.
And bumps into a mirror.
“Okay,thisway,” he corrects, moving forward cautiously.
After what feels like a dozen wrong turns, frustration is growing.
“How big did you say this maze was again?” My feet are aching from these heels.
“Notthisbig,” Henry mutters. “I don’t remember it beingthiscomplicated either.”
“For fuck’s sake.” Merrick laughs as he leads us to another dead end. “But look, they left us a chair this time.” Sure enough, a simple wooden chair painted in shiny black lacquer sits in a corner.
“Oh, thank God.” I park myself onto it. “Can I please have five minutes? These shoes were the worst decision ever.”
“Yes, but only if you share.” Henry has me off the seat and sitting in his lap before I know what’s going on, pulling me backward and against his chest. The move stirs an acute reminder of the silver toy. “Take them off.”
“Happily.” I kick off my shoes, letting them fall to the black floor.
He lifts one of my stockinged feet and rubs the center with his thumb, drawing circles.
