Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 116268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
“Janie,” I call out and motion her closer.
She mouths, no. And casts the briefest glance at Farrow. Like she needs to give us privacy. It’s not like we’re about to exchange secret hand-jobs in the fucking dark. I’m in a room with two of my cousins.
Not happening.
“Jane,” Farrow calls before I have to prod further.
She hesitates for one second before dragging her pink beanbag near us. She plops a few feet from me. I reach over and slide her and the beanbag right by my side.
Jane can’t hide her smile. “Hallow Friends Eve’s drinking game rules,” she announces to the group. “Take a sip from your drink every time Freddy Krueger appears, someone screams, and when someone says the word nightmare, dream, or sleep.”
“What about Moffy?” Sulli asks.
“I’m not playing.”
“You can’t not play,” Jane replies. “And you know I’m dreadfully serious when I use a double negative.”
Sulli bites into a donut and with a full mouth says, “Uncle Lo and my dad always have alternative rules for sober players.”
Janie perks up. “Take off an article of clothing every time someone screams.”
“Ce n'est pas une bonne idée,” I say in French so only Jane can understand. That’s not a good idea. Yeah, I came already today, and I can will-away an erection by sheer mental concentration. But not if I’m stripping beside Farrow. Look, there are some things that can’t be easily hidden.
My huge, rock-hard cock is one of them.
Everyone is staring at me but Farrow. He edges away from me, and then he leaves to the kitchen with his empty beer bottle.
Jane says, “Je n’ai pas d’autre idée que celle-ci.” I have no other idea but this one.
I glance at Sulli and remember her trepidation about the party failing. I don’t want to disappoint my cousin over a boner. I shut my eyes in a long blink. Trying to scrub away that last bizarre thought.
“Alright,” I say, eyes open. “Every other scream, I’ll take off an article of clothing but I stop before my underwear.” The room agrees, and Farrow returns with a new pale ale and one of Janie’s pastel blue blankets. He tosses the blanket to me and sinks back down.
Just as close as before. Shoulder-to-shoulder. His presence is a furnace, boiling me from head-to-toe. Don’t get caught. How’s that mantra? If I repeat it over and over, I should be able to avoid an erection. Definitely.
Don’t get fucking caught.
Janie presses play, and about ten minutes into the movie, Farrow calls out, “Akara, are you on the clock or do you just love Jane’s décor?” He must’ve been surveying the room.
An actress suddenly shrieks. Everyone drinks, and I pull my shirt off over my head and toss the thing aside. I lean back beside Farrow. He’s trying to suppress a smile.
That’s rare.
Jane keeps the conversation alive. “Akara, you love how I decorated this place?”
“I didn’t say that,” he says.
“My brother likes your decorations,” Quinn tells her. “He calls it Retro Granny Realness.”
Janie beams.
“I think it’s hella fucking cute,” Sulli tells her.
“Thank you, Sullivan,” Janie replies. “Will you be my new bodyguard?”
“Of course, I’ll protect you to the fucking death.”
“And follow me around everywhere I go?”
“Everywhere.”
“Heyheyhey,” Quinn cuts in, extending his arm towards Sulli. “Don’t take my job. It’s not for sale.”
Jane beams harder. Her last, retired bodyguard never voiced his enjoyment of being on her detail.
“Too bad you’re not in charge of transfers, Quinn,” Farrow tells him. “Only Akara can decide that.”
Sulli nudges Akara’s arm. “What’d you say, Kits? Put me on Jane’s detail?” Kits.
My cousin has a special nickname for her bodyguard. Off his last name Kitsuwon, but still, it’s a nickname. Farrow has a nickname for me. Two plus two equals…
Huh.
My mind needs to just stop for the night. I swear I’m going to reach a new circle of hell for paranoid souls.
Akara nods to Sulli. “When you can beat me in the ring, you can take Jane’s detail.” He sounds serious, but maybe he knows she’d never beat him. He was trained in Muay Thai since he was six.
Sulli crinkles her nose. “But I’m a lover not a fighter.”
His lips quirk. “Sorry, Sul. Gotta pass on you then. You’d make a shit bodyguard.”
Jane clutches her heart. “Say it isn’t so.”
“Drink,” Farrow calls out as the word sleep is said on-screen. The horror movie engrosses all of us for the next twenty minutes. I’ve seen everyone grab three refills.
Sulli is on her sixth beer.
Yeah, I’m counting.
And I have zero clothes left to shed. Down to my dark green boxer-briefs. The blanket was a tactical maneuver by Farrow in case I spring a boner. I’m fine. I stopped watching him swig his beer, and my brain and dick are cooperating with me for once.
Thankfully.
My phone pings a few times. I respond to my siblings. Most of whom are pissed they weren’t invited to Hallow Friends Eve.