Page 7 of All Hallows' Haunt
Sienna.
“Well, if she’s out there, ruffle her feathers a bit. Get her in the mood for the haunted house.” He counted more people inside; the clicking noise sounded more intense as I lost all focus to thoughts of her.
I just want Sienna.
The curtain closed behind that group, and screams came moments later. I looked down at James, but he was preoccupied with paperwork details. Stepping off the ramp, I kept my gaze low. My eyes scanned faces—people laughed, talked, and argued as I looked between each group, trying to find that damn hair.
Auburn hair tied back in pigtails.
Red ribbon perfectly matching dark red face paint.
Auburn hair framing arctic eyes.
Moving around the first group waiting in line, I slouched to be as unsuspecting as possible with a face covered in blood. From the new angle, I was able to assess the back of the line without disruption. A bright redhead bounced about, and she looked familiar enough. I homed in on her, moving closer while weaving through the stray bystanders. She turned, and beside her was a pink-haired girl and another girl with her arms crossed. A playful scowl twisted the second one’s features, and her stare shot icy daggers right at that blond dickhead from earlier.
Sienna. Sienna. Sienna.
Sienna’s head dropped back, and her mouth opened wide with a smile. I couldn’t hear the laugh, but I knew it sounded amazing and would make my heart soft. Her teeth were bright—even in this weird lighting. They were a bit crooked, and one corner of her mouth had a dimple but not the other. She was sobeautiful.
It was a simple way to describe her, but it was the best. Everything about Sienna was a delight, and I desperately needed to be near her. My feet moved, carrying out my private wishes. I walked through the crowd automatically; my gaze locked on the way her throat bobbed with her laughter. I tried to zero in on the sound but wasn’t close enough to hear.
Leaning against the steel barricade, I waited for a clear path. Sienna’s focus remained on the darker blond guy.Shep?She yelled at him earlier, but I was too transfixed by her presence to care about anyone else around us. The black-haired girl mostly blocking her moved back and without any more forethought, I started moving.
I ran across the asphalt and dropped to my knees several feet from where Sienna stood. The sound caused her to look my way and step back.
“Oh, fuck!” she yelled, and her hands shot up in front of her chest. I slid as close to her as I felt comfortable and popped back up onto my feet. My intention was a smooth landing right in front of her.
Then my toe caught against the ground, and I sailed forward.
I couldn’t stop my trajectory; I moved too fast and with no room. It unfolded in slow motion. Sienna’s eyes widened as my hands grabbed her by the hoodie. Her fingers twisted into my dress shirt; nails scratched my skin. I slammed into her hard, and where her body pressed against mine scorched my mortal soul.
She wasn’t enough to stop the momentum. We were going down. I unbalanced her, and she fell back toward the grassy hillside. Without thinking, I wrapped my arms around her waist and twisted my upper half. I picked Sienna up off the asphalt and pulled her into my chest so that I took the brunt of my fuckup.
We hit the ground with the force I anticipated. Pain shot through my lower back and up into my shoulders. A very, very different sensation spread from my face and deep into my chest. I gripped her soft hips and pressed back into her.
Sienna’s kissing me.
I’m kissing Sienna.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
It was an awkward pass, an innocent brush as we fell, but she stayed. I quickly discarded my gloves and moved my hand, holding the side of her face before she pulled away for good.
I pulled her closer, and I didn’t give a fuck about the mess of my face paint she was making. My tongue slid between her lips, and she let me in.Fuck.I groaned as her thighs squeezed around my sides and her cold hand slid around my throat. I started to move past her waist but remembered where we were.
Don’t touch the fucking patrons.
And definitely don’t make out with them, fucking idiot.
It killed me to even think about it, let alone will it, but I pushed our kiss apart.
“I’m so sorry,” I whispered. The crowd behind us murmured and gasped as she stayed on top of me. “That was supposed to be a way cooler landing. I wanted to show off and be a cheesy dork.”
“I’m not,” she started, shaking her head. “It’s okay. You’re the clown from earlier.” She wasn’t asking me, but I didn’t know where she stood on this predicament.
“I am.”
“I was hoping to see you again,” she said before pushing on my chest and settling on my lap. I sat up on my elbows, letting my thighs brace her back.
