Page 19 of Zombie's Howl-O-Ween
“Are sweatpants okay?”
“Sure, that’d be great.”
“If not, I could ask one of the old ladies or Kittens if you could borrow something to wear.” He peered over his shoulder at me. “I want you to be comfortable.”
“I appreciate it, but your clothes are fine.” Plus, I was pretty sure I was bigger than most of the women.
“Okay. Will a T-shirt and flannel shirt do? Or do you want a sweatshirt?”
“Anything you give me will be great.” I was starting to feel troublesome, even though he’d been the one to destroy my costume. But had I planned better, I would have brought a change of clothes with me.
“Here you go.” He handed me a ball of clothes. Just then, his phone chimed.
“Thanks.” I made quick work of putting on the clothes and rolled my eyes when his bottoms were a little snug and way too long.
I was going to look ridiculous wearing all his stuff and high heels.
On the bright side, my attire might lead people to think we had hooked up, and they wouldn’t be wrong, so I’d take that as a small win.
“We need to go,” he told me as he checked me you. “Do you want to wear your heels? I can give you a pair of socks. I doubt my shoes will fit you.”
“Socks would be good. Is everything okay?”
“Yeah. The whole compound lost power. We need to secure the place. We have generators for the kitchen and bar area. They just don’t power all the buildings.” He took out a pair of black socks and gave them to me.
“I imagine not. Thanks.” I slipped off my heels and tugged the socks on, which felt like wool.Nice. Admittedly, I was grateful to be able to take off my shoes. My feet had had enough.
“Will you be okay if I leave you with the old ladies and the Kittens? They’ll be good to you.”
“I’m sure I’ll be fine. But maybe the roads aren’t bad, and I can just go home.” I was a naughty girl for testing him. Of course, I wanted to stay and I hoped he wanted me to, too.
He kneeled in front of me. “I want you to stay.”
“Good. Me too.” I stole a quick kiss, then we left his room.
The entire basement was pitch black, but holding his hand made me feel safe and protected. Too bad he was going to leave me with all the women to fend for myself on unfamiliar turf.
I’d only knew a couple of the old ladies, like Emilee and Sugar. I had yet to meet the Kittens, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to, knowing Brandon had been with them six months ago.
At the top of the stairs, he leaned down and kissed me. I heard movement and voices coming from the kitchen.
“I’m not abandoning you. I just have shit to do,” he told me.
“I know. I’ll be okay.” Or so I prayed I would be.
He nodded, then led the way into the kitchen. “Hey, girls. I’m leaving Trixie with you. Be good to her.”
Two pairs of heavily lined eyes turned toward me.
“Of course, Zombie,” one woman replied.
“Is she your girl?” another one asked.
We all looked at Brandon, waiting for his answer. He moved in front of me and kissed me long and hard, stealing the oxygen from my lungs.
“I guess that means yes,” one of them said.
He released me, and said, “She’s mine.”
