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“Okay," he snapped.

“I want you to commit to therapy and stop being a creep.”

“Okay, I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” he cried.

“Prove it to me. Lose my number, stop stalking, and become an upstanding member of society. Because if I hear or see anything shady—”

“Please don’t send them anything,” he sobbed. “I promise, I’ll stop. I won’t even go to the mall anymore. Please.”

“For now, I’ll believe you,” I said, sliding fully onto Victor’s lap. “Would you like to answer the last question?”

Sam whimpered: a good sign he’d taken our conversation seriously.

Victor grabbed a few spider prototype legs and wore them like claws. He walked them up my body with little pin-pricks of anticipation, then tapped the underside of my chin to draw me closer for a kiss.

I grinned and reached for the light bulb chain. “Trick or treat?”

Regardless of what Sam chose, it was sure to be a scream.

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The dial tone beeped. Victor and I chuckled, our kiss briefly intercepted by teeth.

I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Does the basement count as a public area?”

“Probably. I’ll keep it PG.” He sucked my lips and cradled me against him, the spider-legs on his fingers digging into my ass. A flash of his tongue spiked my adrenaline.

I giggled and scooted back. “That’s PG-13.”

“Would you like to go to my room for some privacy?”

I whispered in his ear, “Does intimidating people make you horny?”

“Watching you do your thing in any capacity…” He hummed and hugged me tight. “That’s what gets me going.”

I stroked his hair and relished our newfound closeness, his breath warm on my neck, his heart open to mine. This was the strength I needed to take life’s hits.

He pressed a gentle kiss to the same spot he bit me.

A pleasant shudder worked its way through my body. This wasn’t some fling. He loved me.

My phone buzzed, jolting us out of our reverie.

“It’s not Sam. It’s Tori.” I opened the message in case it was an emergency.

< Tori: Are you mad at me? >

Victor frowned. “Why would you be mad at her?”

I started to fill him in on what’d happened earlier in the evening when she sent a follow-up message.

< Tori: I saved your pumpkin from Jen. [big eyes emoji] >

< Tori: Well, Mom and Dad helped me. >

Next, a video popped up with my pumpkin proudly displayed on the porch step in front of the porch cam. My spider glowed in wait for its next victim—or visitor.




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