should be there around the same time, too. And shouldn’t you be calling me demi-god tonight?
BELLA : Oh Jesus. I knew that hammer would go right to your head.
ME : You don’t have to say Jesus, demi-god is just fine. Sounds like my hammer went right to your head. I hope you can control yourself in public.
BELLA : I’m dreading walking into that party tonight. I should’ve never let Laura talk me into this costume.
Fuck me. If she’s in some sexed up costume, Richie may not be the only one I beat to a pulp for looking at her too long.
ME : What am I in for tonight?
BELLA : Well, I thought we could match, and the only girl in the Avengers is Black Widow.
ME : The curvy redhead in head to toe leather?
BELLA : That’s the one.
Holy shit. My body stiffened, everywhere, at the thought of Bella in skin-tight leather. There was no way she could leave my side tonight. Exhaustion already rushed through me thinking of the fights I may get into.
ME : Are you trying to kill me?
BELLA : Well, let me go suit up. This costume is so tight it takes a while to zip up. And it’s probably going to take a bit to walk there in my black stiletto boots.
ME : Now you’re just being mean.
BELLA : Haha. See you later, demi-god. Feel better now?
ME : Much ;)
“So,” I jumped, forgetting Ethan was standing there. “Is Bella bringing what’s left of your balls tonight?” I chuckled and dumped the beer bottle in the trash. Ethan was a good friend, too—but he never really left the candy store. There were still girls sneaking out of his room at all hours of the night. I wasn’t judging, but it wasn’t for me—and never really had been.
“Not judging you, bro. We’re all just a little . . . surprised I guess. As long as I’ve known you, you never put as much time into a girl as you are now. I assumed it was part of your Southern swagger.”
“Southern swagger?” I laughed as I squinted at Ethan but I had to look away. That zombie make up was tough to gaze at for too long without turning my stomach.
“You know, polite, aloof. The good ol’ boy twang. Girls flock to you with barely any effort. Seems almost a shame to give up all of that just for one.” Ethan raised a bloody eyebrow at me.
“I don’t need a flock. You wouldn’t get it.” I nodded down the hallway. “Let’s hurry up, I have a girl in leather waiting for me.”
“Bella’s in leather tonight?” Ethan’s eyes grew wide. “Shit!”
I held up my hand and the smile fell off Ethan’s creepy face. “Watch it. Tell the Fonz to hurry up.”
Ethan grimaced as his fake eye dangled. “Is that who he is?”
I shook my head and laughed. “He’s a biker. But no worries, I’m sure you guys will be by yourselves most of the night and he can tell you all about it.”
“Ha! Chicks dig the undead. You just watch,” Ethan huffed and strode down the hall.
By eight o’clock, the frat house was wall to wall slutty princesses, vampires, and zombies. Five minutes after we arrived, Ethan found an eager zombie girl with a split-open face. They fit together perfectly; her makeup was even more grotesque than his. I cringed and strode away in the opposite direction.
I noticed Laura next to the keg. With her teased hair and blue eye makeup, I guessed she was Joan Jett or Pat Benatar. I had no idea how that little thing carried around such a big guitar without breaking a sweat.
I peered over the crowd looking for Bella when a redhead caught my eye. Her leather pants were painted over the most amazing ass I’d ever seen. My eyes traveled down long legs, and my stomach flipped when I realized who she was. I tiptoed behind her and snaked my arms around her tiny waist.
“Hey, gorgeous. I think Iron Man is looking for us,” I whispered in Bella’s ear, and smiled at the goose bumps trailing down her neck.
Bella giggled as she turned and flung her arms around me. “Well, he’s going to wait because I can’t move too fast in this outfit.” The front was
BELLA : Oh Jesus. I knew that hammer would go right to your head.
ME : You don’t have to say Jesus, demi-god is just fine. Sounds like my hammer went right to your head. I hope you can control yourself in public.
BELLA : I’m dreading walking into that party tonight. I should’ve never let Laura talk me into this costume.
Fuck me. If she’s in some sexed up costume, Richie may not be the only one I beat to a pulp for looking at her too long.
ME : What am I in for tonight?
BELLA : Well, I thought we could match, and the only girl in the Avengers is Black Widow.
ME : The curvy redhead in head to toe leather?
BELLA : That’s the one.
Holy shit. My body stiffened, everywhere, at the thought of Bella in skin-tight leather. There was no way she could leave my side tonight. Exhaustion already rushed through me thinking of the fights I may get into.
ME : Are you trying to kill me?
BELLA : Well, let me go suit up. This costume is so tight it takes a while to zip up. And it’s probably going to take a bit to walk there in my black stiletto boots.
ME : Now you’re just being mean.
BELLA : Haha. See you later, demi-god. Feel better now?
ME : Much ;)
“So,” I jumped, forgetting Ethan was standing there. “Is Bella bringing what’s left of your balls tonight?” I chuckled and dumped the beer bottle in the trash. Ethan was a good friend, too—but he never really left the candy store. There were still girls sneaking out of his room at all hours of the night. I wasn’t judging, but it wasn’t for me—and never really had been.
“Not judging you, bro. We’re all just a little . . . surprised I guess. As long as I’ve known you, you never put as much time into a girl as you are now. I assumed it was part of your Southern swagger.”
“Southern swagger?” I laughed as I squinted at Ethan but I had to look away. That zombie make up was tough to gaze at for too long without turning my stomach.
“You know, polite, aloof. The good ol’ boy twang. Girls flock to you with barely any effort. Seems almost a shame to give up all of that just for one.” Ethan raised a bloody eyebrow at me.
“I don’t need a flock. You wouldn’t get it.” I nodded down the hallway. “Let’s hurry up, I have a girl in leather waiting for me.”
“Bella’s in leather tonight?” Ethan’s eyes grew wide. “Shit!”
I held up my hand and the smile fell off Ethan’s creepy face. “Watch it. Tell the Fonz to hurry up.”
Ethan grimaced as his fake eye dangled. “Is that who he is?”
I shook my head and laughed. “He’s a biker. But no worries, I’m sure you guys will be by yourselves most of the night and he can tell you all about it.”
“Ha! Chicks dig the undead. You just watch,” Ethan huffed and strode down the hall.
By eight o’clock, the frat house was wall to wall slutty princesses, vampires, and zombies. Five minutes after we arrived, Ethan found an eager zombie girl with a split-open face. They fit together perfectly; her makeup was even more grotesque than his. I cringed and strode away in the opposite direction.
I noticed Laura next to the keg. With her teased hair and blue eye makeup, I guessed she was Joan Jett or Pat Benatar. I had no idea how that little thing carried around such a big guitar without breaking a sweat.
I peered over the crowd looking for Bella when a redhead caught my eye. Her leather pants were painted over the most amazing ass I’d ever seen. My eyes traveled down long legs, and my stomach flipped when I realized who she was. I tiptoed behind her and snaked my arms around her tiny waist.
“Hey, gorgeous. I think Iron Man is looking for us,” I whispered in Bella’s ear, and smiled at the goose bumps trailing down her neck.
Bella giggled as she turned and flung her arms around me. “Well, he’s going to wait because I can’t move too fast in this outfit.” The front was
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