Paint It All Red

I put my lips against her ear and whisper, “Happy anniversary, baby.”

By that sin, fell the angels.

—William Shakespeare

By that sin, fell the angels.

—William Shakespeare

By that sin, fell the angels.

—William Shakespeare

There’s something you need to learn about loving a girl like Lana. She had to open something up inside herself to do what it took to end Delaney Grove’s reign of terror.

And that something can’t just be locked away.

She has special needs. Needs that I tend to once a year, because I love keeping her sane. And she can’t live in denial of who she is.

Lana’s unique, and I wouldn’t change anything about her. Because now I see the world the way it really is, and I know my only place is right by her side.

“Glad you two finally finished up. I couldn’t go another round,” she tells Jake as he tugs her to him, nipping her lips with his teeth as he grins.

“You still have to go another round with just me tonight,” he says. “And next week, you get to pick who joins us.”

She beams like he just offered her Christmas. Personally, I don’t get it. I’d fucking kill someone if they touched Lana, and there’s no doubt she’d cut someone to pieces if they touched me.

Literally

Besides, I sleep peacefully at night, more so than ever. Our house is the most dangerous place in the world to try and break into because of the four of us

And I kiss him back with everything in me as he thrusts inside me, filling me so completely that every nerve in my body feels electrified.

“I love you,” I whisper across his lips.

“I love you, Lana Vorhees,” he says, grinning.

It’s our own twisted version of perfection.

Wherever you go, go with all your heart.

—Confucius