43. Punch or Kiss

43. Punch or Kiss

<< . Riley . >>

His smile tells me he is in one of his better moods today. I suppress a sigh, noticing his neatly trimmed black hair and sharp, chiseled features. He has done a marvelous job with his makeup and attire. I won’t expect any less from him. His skin is pale, almost translucent, with a hint of red around his eyes and mouth, giving him a menacing yet seductive look.

He nods at girls then fixes his gaze at me.

“What brings you here, Riley Adams?” he asks, and I eye him suspiciously.

I swear to God if he insults me in front of girls, I’m gonna kill him.

“It’s a free country and we can trick or treat anywhere we want,” I say with my chin up. “And the last time I checked, you didn’t own this community.”

“Oooo,” Ira says.

“I could use some popcorn,” Natalie mutters.

“Is that so?” He looks at me, amused. It’s almost dark, and his blue eyes glisten in the moonlight.

I bite my lips, trying to come up with something better.

“Okay. Maybe the hostility was unwarran