All Hallows Eve, Vol. 3

Chapter 1

One

Harper

“Tell me you found one. You’ll be my favorite book nerd if you did.” Whitney grabs my arm and jerks it up and down as she bounces. Her curly auburn hair catches the light, and I grab a lock and twirl it around my fingers.

“You might not want to rip my arm off. I know you’re fond of what my fingers do for you.” I brush my hand against her thigh, and she stops bouncing to sigh.

“Hmm. You’re right. But you also have another arm that’s just as useful and can be trained.” She gives me a devilish smile, “And there’s always your mouth.”

She punctuates her statement with a quick peck to my lips and releases my arm.

“Soooooo. Did you find one? It’s Mischief Night, and you haaaave to have found a spell book, Harper.”

“Yes, love, I found one.” I drop my bookbag off one shoulder and wrap it around my stomach. Unzipping the main pouch, I reach in and pull out a book that still has a thin layer of dust on the page edges.

“Holy shit. You really did. Where was it?” She gingerly takes the book from my hand, and it’s as creepy as you can imagine it to be. Faded brown leather with cracks from age is littered with strange pictures and symbols. Whitney runs her fingers over several of the drawings etched in the leather, and a shiver runs down my spine.

“It was in the archives in the basement.”

“Shut. Up. Harper, did you steal this from the library? Tell me you stole this, and I’ll find the nearest closet and use my fingers to thank you properly.” Whitney steps closer, crushing the spell book between us. “Did you steal it?”

There’s so much hope in her voice, and I hate to disappoint her, but I can’t lie.

“I asked to borrow it.”

“Baby,” she whines, and her bottom lip pops out. “You’re such a good girl. Can’t you ever live on the edge a little?”

“Whit, I agreed to do this silly love spell with you on Halloween Eve. Isn’t that ‘living a little’ enough for you?”

“Maaaaybe.” She traces the V neckline on my t-shirt and pulls it out so she can peer down at my cleavage. “Maybe. Or you could still let me take you to a dark closet or an empty classroom. Prove to me you can be a bad girl.”

Sliding my hand down her arm, I weave our fingers together and tug her to follow me. Whitney slides the book back into my bookbag, zips it, and I sling it onto my back.

“You’d think the library makes you horny with the way you’re acting.”

Whitney takes a big step and cuts me off, walking backward. “Nope. My book nerd makes me horny when she does book nerd things, even if they aren’t naughty. I love it when you say sexy things like research, tabbing, footnotes, and para frafs. ”

I cover her mouth with my hand to stop her from saying more random words in the throaty voice she’s using, attempting to make them sound sexy.

“Ouch! Whitney, you bit me.” I shake my hand to get rid of the pain. She stops walking and leans into me, pressing her lips against mine. Her lips are soft and plump; I can never get enough of them. “Ouch.” I pull away when she bites my bottom lip. “Are you hangry or turning into a cannibal?”

“They’re love bites because I love you so much.”

“And I love you too. So why are we performing a love spell if we already love each other?” I thought the idea was ridiculous when she asked me, but she was too cute to say no to.

Shrugging, she kisses me again. “Because it’s something fun to do tonight that isn’t a party. We don’t have to if you really don’t want to .” Wide blue eyes stare back at me, and she knows she’s got me.

“Come on. Let’s go read this creepy book and figure out what we need.”

Whitney squeals and skips off, pulling me along with her.