Page 65 of Who The Hell Are You?

“Em, what's wrong?” I stare at the duffle bag slung over his shoulder and the giant suitcase he’s wheeling haphazardly behind him. He looks like shit; eyes bloodshot and red. His skin is dry and he’s clearly been crying. He looks crumbled, clothing and in spirit. “Where are you going?”

Shaking his head, he breaks out of my hold and adjusts his grip on his luggage. “I–I can’t explain right now. I’m leaving Cass. I’ll ring you later.”

“What? Em stop!” He doesn’t even say goodbye, just continues down the street like he’s running for his life. I take a few steps after him but Miles grabs my hand, halting me because we’re actually meant to be walking in the opposite direction.

“Leave him Cassie, I think he needs space.”

“But why?” I spin on him. He’s giving me a sad smile, but we promised to never keep secrets again and I know he means it. He would tell me if he knew something.

“Not sure, but my best guess is it has everything to do with Harris. Let him cool off and call you.”

I don’t want that at all, but after watching him disappear around the final corner in the direction of the train station, I sigh and let my boyfriend pull me into the throng of people walking along the cobble streets.

“So, do you want to help me decorate the house for Christmas? I have the perfect movie list we can start tonight.” Miles giddily bounces on his feet, leaning his head down on my shoulder.

I gawk at him. “Christ alive, it’s not just Halloween is it? You’re a total slut for any seasonal holiday!”

His laughter turns into a maniacal cackle as we head home.

Epilogue ~ Miles

The start of spooky season the following year…

Cuddling up to my mountain of Halloween themed plushies we keep permanently on the sofa in our little cottage, I sigh content, as I open the first page of the new dark romance I’d been keen to start this week. I was waiting for the first of October to crack into the really depraved stuff, so I’m keen to turn into an unwashed hermit as I dive into the stalker romcom. Halloween themed of course, just to mark the occasion of my favourite holiday.

Farm life is amazing. I always thought it would be, so after graduation when Cass asked me to move up to Scotland with him, I said yes! I then banged his brains out right there on the living room floor, kissing every inch of his skin and telling him how much I love him. Ever since I first found him outside that window, my feelings for him have only grown. I don’t know if it’s healthy to love someone so intensely, but he’s the best thing that has ever happened to me. He makes me a better person and I know he is it for me, forever.

Dreamily melting into the little love seat, I’m only a few pages in, when I notice eyes watching me. Looking up, even though I wasn’t expecting him home yet, I’m not surprised to see a figure standing in the doorway to the front porch, shadowed in all black. When he shifts his hood, the white plastic of the ghostface mask shines from the glow of the many lamps I have scattered around the place. I prefer those over the big light, it turns the cottage into a cosy fairytale.

Smirking, I dogear my page and place the book slowly down beside me. Stretching out like a cat, I palm my dick which is already starting to plump. “Baby, are you pulling the ghostface mask out of retirement?” I now wear a matching pink neon mask to Cassie’s lilac one, our masked content as a couple getting some of the biggest views in the masked community. We also do a lot of couples content just as ourselves, and our followers are just as obsessed with the animals on the farm as I am. I love it here and I get cuddles with Winnie daily. I’m pretty sure she’s my best friend, but I can’t tell Cass that; he’d get jealous over an ancient cow. We keep our location and most parts of our lives incredibly private so as to not attract weirdos in our real life, and it works. I’m the farm recluse that spends all my time writing either here in our on-site cottage, out in the fields all summer or in the farms restaurant which is phenomenal. The food is incredible and I love all the staff, feeling like we’re all one big family. Cassie is smashing it as part of the veterinarian team, and he cried with happiness delivering his first set of lambs this Spring. I took pictures; they’re framed in the dining room.

I finished my vampire romance that his friends and family helped me write. It’s a complete love letter to the man I want to spend the rest of my life with. It’s our love story…just with Scottish castles and vampires.

He’s been incredibly busy today helping out with the petting zoo, as the farm is also a tourist attraction, it means this season their Halloween event is in full swing. The land has been packed with tourists and guests, but no Emery…No, we’ve had friends come up to see us, but we never saw Em again since he stormed off to the train station. He quit university. Left for a prestigious art course in London, and from what Cassie told me on the occasions he’s spoken to him on the phone, he’s even studied abroad for months on end. The farm was never his dream, he just didn’t know how to tell his best friends. It hit Harris hard and even though he won’t speak about it, I know him leaving has something to do with that kiss. He’s spiraled and been a mess ever since, a shell of himself.

“I wasn’t expecting you home for hours.” I trail my hand up my hardened length, dipping my fingers teasingly into my waist band.

Cassie lifts the mask up over his head to reveal his gorgeous face, a new tattoo looking fresh on the side of his neck that kind of creeps up onto his jaw. It’s an elaborate script M, just another sign of his devotion to me. His smile is devilish. “I got off early. Harris showed up from whatever hole he’s hidden himself in, so he took over with the Llamas.” Slowly creeping into the living room he throws the mask onto the floor beside the sofa, dropping to his knees in front of me. He watches intensely the way my fingers are trailing back and forth over my waist band, the clear outline of my cock stealing his attention. “I thought we could kick off your favourite season early.” He hungrily drinks me in, before looking me in the eyes.

“What do you have in mind, Baby?”

“I noticed you read a bunch of books with primal play recently…want to try it out a little?”

My breath catches, his eyes seeing my eager reaction and his pupils dilate.

“A little?”

“Just in the house. If you like it, I can plan something for Halloween.”

Humming, I sit up and plant a slow kiss on his plush lips. “Any hard limits?”

Smiling against my skin, he shakes his head. “None. If I catch you, I get to fuck you with whatever I want. My dick, toys, who knows–I wonder what they use in those little books you read.” I flush, because the few times he’s fucked me have been the hottest moments of my life. I love fucking him, but he’s a fucking animal when he gets inside me.

“Deal. Safe word?”

“Season slut.” He says and we burst out laughing.

Giving in to his touch and kissing him more, after licking along his bottom lip, I pull away and make my move.