I squeeze my hands between my thighs. The door handle is right next to me, but it might as well be a mile away.
“He’s hurt women,” Soren says after a moment. “I had no idea you’d be here. Good thing I was… right?” I’m exhausted. It hits me like a semi-truck as I eye Soren. He wants me to agree with him, to justify his murder. Instead, I stay silent. Which doesn't seem to bother him. Does he even care if the murder is justified? Or was that just the excuse he needed to get started down this path?
“You know, I think you’re right,” Soren says.
“About what?” I sigh.
“I do feel a lot better already.” He winks at me. My eyes bug.
Someone bangs on the window. Our heads snap to attention.
“Police,” is mumbled through the closed door. Soren lunges at me. I squeak before his hand presses to my mouth, stopping any potential screams before they can begin. His other hand reaches down. I feel fingers spread over my thigh, spreading my legs. I suck in a breath behind his gloved hand as he settles comfortably between my thighs.
“Just a little show,” he whispers into my ear. Oh God, not this again. I won’t moan this time. I really won’t.
I hope I don’t.
Soren grabs my dead date and roughly tugs him into the back with us. What the fuck? I scream behind his hand. Thomas is shoved into the back seat under Soren and squished against me.
“Police,” the officer grumbles urgently, tapping again. Soren blindly smashes the car door with his shoe until he finds the window button. Cold air sweeps into the car as the window goes down, revealing the three of us in the most fucked up cuddle I’ve been part of. I stare at my dead date and whine. Our cheeks are pressed together like we’re getting ready for a selfie.
“Officer!” Soren gasps in surprise. The policeman’s eyes bug as he sees the three of us in the back.
“What’s going on here?” His flashlight sends a beam of light inside. Soren tries to block both me and the corpse with his wide shoulders.
“Um, well…” he trails off. He looks down at me and mouths “fuck” like we’re both in on this. I amnotin on this.
“Are those two people okay?” The cop asks.
“Well, you see. It’s just… It’s almost Christmas, and she wanted to try something new.” Soren winks down at me. My eyes bug.
“I’m sorry?” The cop asks.
“My wife wanted a three-way,” Soren says bashfully. I scream behind his hand. “Sorry, honey. Cat’s out of the bag.”
“Is that other man okay?”
“Oh yeah, he’s fantastic. Great guy. Perfect really. Found him on a dating site.” Soren looks at Thomas for a moment. “Kind of looks like me, doesn’t he?” He shoots me a brief look, and then he grips my dead date's head, twisting his fingers in his hair and tightening his grip.
“I've never kissed a man,” Soren chuckles. “But avoiding jail is a good reason to get the nerve. Right honey?” Christ, he’s joking about getting arrested by the cop.
“Sir, that's not necessary,” the cop says.
Soren kisses the corpse. I can’t take my eyes away. It’s the most disturbing thing I’ve ever witnessed. Soren groans a little, then pops his eyes open and winks at me.
“Now it's your turn, honey,” he chirps, pulling back with a grin. I shake my head frantically.
“Uh, really, that won’t be necessary," the officer says.
“Just a little kiss,” Soren insists, angling Thomas’ face towards me.
“Really, no. I don’t want to see anything else,” the officer says.
“Well, okay. It’s just… ifyouwant to join…” Soren looks over his shoulder at the officer. The cop back peddles frantically.
“Do that in your own house or a hotel,” he yells out before rushing back to his car. We listen to it drive away, and Soren sags. Then his head pops up, and he looks down at me.
“Last chance. Want to kiss our date goodbye?” He shakes Thomas' head and then drops it with a thud. Soren chuckles. “That was weird.”
