Page 67 of The Pass Protection
JP: Uh-huh, sure. Whatever you need to tell yourself.
Me: Harris?
JP: He’s having a diva moment.
Harris: Fuck off. This costume better get me laid.
Rebel: Are we ready for a roommate reveal?
Harris: …fine.
Leaving my phone on my dresser, I open the door and stride toward the living room, my patriotic cape blowing behind me. Placing my hands on my hips, I puff out my chest while keeping my chin held high. The sound of a door opening makes me look to my left as JP emerges from his room.
I stand still, watching him adjust the high-tech blue and silver suit. The details on the suit are incredible. Armor plates are designed to sit on the chest and shoulders, giving the costume a futuristic look. His eyes are covered by a mask with reflective lenses. His stoic expression, paired with the mask, adds an intimidating edge to his costume. I can’t imagine how he feels if I thought my suit was tight. It looks like a second skin as if it were made for him, making him look like a real-life superhero—or villain.
As he moves into the living room, we both size each other up. Our expressions stay neutral. He walks around me, and I turn, never givinghim my back. It’s as if we are preparing for battle. With our chests puffed out and our heads held high, both of us crack at the same time.
“Dude, your costume is sick.”
JP laughs. “Mine? Have you seen yourself? It’s no wonder you’re the face of The Seven.”
The other two doors open as the girls’ voices filter in, but I can’t help the booming laugh that escapes as I catch a glimpse of Harris walking out of his room. JP turns at the sound of my voice, allowing a gap to form between us. The girls start laughing as we take in the group’s final member.
“I swear to god, if this costume doesn’t get me laid tonight, JP, I’m going to kill you in your sleep.” Harris’s voice is stern and deadly serious as we all continue to laugh at his costume. It’s not because it’s terrible by any means but how ridiculous the superhero who wears it is.
“This is great,” Liv says between gasps of air as her boisterous laugh continues.
Harris stands before us, wearing the signature green and gold suit that clings to his frame. It’s a good thing all of us are in insane shape, considering each suit shows off everything, and I meaneverything. The sleeveless jumpsuit is cut off at his shoulders, and a scale texture covers the entire suit, giving it the full aquatic vibe. Brown-scaled gloves stop below his elbows.
But the best thing about this suit is that around his waist, hooked into his belt, is a…
“Is that an octopus?” Bret’s eyes widen, and that’s when my mouth drops. I was so caught up in Harris coming out dressed in a superhero costume with an octopus covering his dick that I didn’t even have a chance to check out the girls.
Bret and Olivia are both in matching costumes. Everyone was sticking to a theme this year. My breath catches in my throat as I take in her body. Her boobs spill out of a black lace-covered corset which exposes her olive skin as it trails beneath a black skirt that has some kind of girly material hanging off it. Fishnets cover her long legs, sparking an image in my head of them wrapping around my waist. A ribbon is crossed over her calves, connecting to black ballet shoes and another piece is tied in a bow around her neck. Her black hair is tied on the top of her head and her stunning face is covered in black and white makeup to give the illusion of a skull.
She looks fucking incredible. Sexy and badass. And I get to call her mine.
Bret must feel me watching her because her emerald-green eyes find mine where a blush no doubt covers her cheeks beneath the skull makeup.
“I cannot believe you three are going as Homelander, A-Train, and The Deep.” Liv shakes her head. “You guys missed the perfect opportunity to turn Bret into Starlight.”
“But she has black hair,” JP points out.
“Yeah, well, she can wear a wig because there’s no way she’d go as Stormfront, she sucks.”
“Wait, you knowThe Boys?” Harris steps closer to where we are all gathered in the room. I still can’t take him seriously.
Liv pops her hand on her hip as attitude pours from her. “Of course I knowThe Boys.”
“Marry me?”
“Smooth, Harris.”
“What’sThe Boys?” Bret asks timidly.
JP mocks, stumbling backward as he feigns shock. “Oh hell no. You mean to tell me you’ve been living with us for almost three months,and you don’t know whatThe Boysis?” Bret shakes her head. “Tomorrow, when we’re hungover as fuck, no one better make plans because it’s going to be a Cousin Jimmy’s andThe Boyskind of day.”
“Deal.”
