“Babe, we don’t even have anywhere to go on Halloween, why did you buy costumes?” I rifle through the piles of plastic bags that you’ve so generously placed on our bed—right when I was about to crawl in. Lovely.

You’ve just gotten home from a little dinner with your friends and somehow you all ended up at a costume shop. You don’t admit that it was a decision made on too many glasses of wine. I mean, seriously, we don’t need any costumes, let alone five each.

Right before you’d gotten home, I was about to head to sleep. Freshly showered, dressed in nothing but my briefs, and in comes you stumbling and slurring about these amazing costumes you bought. Now, you’re ripping off your heels and your dress as I rip through your literal poor choices.

“My love… Why in the world would we need this?” I pull out a Ghostface mask out of one of the bags, holding it up like it’s personally offended me.

“I thought you might like it.” You shrug, innocently. You and your tipsy mind can come to some insane conclusions.

I pull the mask onto my face for dramatic effect, holding my arms out by my side. “You thought I’d like this?” my words are slightly muffled from the fabric against my face, but I can tell you heard me.

Oh, I can definitely tell, because your eyes are wide and trained on me like you’ve just dug up gold. Standing up from your vanity in just your underwear, you saunter toward me, mouth still slightly agape.

“It might’ve been a…selfish purchase…” You eyes dart down my frame, from my bare chest to my grey briefs, you have no shame.

“A selfish purchase, huh?” For some reason, heat stirs in my gut from your reaction to this new look of mine. It’s ridiculous, but it also might be incredibly hot. We’re stood on opposite sides of our bed, almost like a challenge. One you’re willing to stretch.

All it takes is one knee of yours on the bed to get my heart thumping. I can’t even control my labored breaths when you start to crawl across the mattress toward me. It’s a scene that’s played before, so my body knows how to react. Maybe it’s the alcohol that’s so clearly still running through your veins, or maybe it’s the thrill of seeing your reaction to me in this cheap mask, but something about the air feels extra charged.

When your hand lands flat on my chest, a harsh breath escapes me. My own hands flies out to grip your hip, keeping you stable, keeping you close. The eye holes on this mask are small and blurry, but I don’t need my entire vision to understand the building hunger in me.

I need to kiss you until you can’t remember what oxygen tastes like.

My hand raises to reach for the fabric of the mask, ready to rip it off and get this show on the road, but your hand catches mine, holding it still. Even though you can’t see my face, I still furrow my brows.

“No, no… Keep the mask on…” your voice is practically a whisper, full of sensual lust and unexplained desire. A desire that I don’t think you fully understand yet.

“Yeah…?” I ask, breathing picking up, hands tugging you closer. “This is doing it for you?” Through my half-assed vision, I watch as you bring your bottom lip between your teeth, smiling almost shyly as you nod. “Well, shit… Okay then…”

And just like that, I’m launching myself over you.