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“Nah, I’d pick you up and carry you. I told you before, you’re a short arse.”

He wasn’t really that small, but I enjoyed teasing him.

“You’re what? Five-seven? Eight at a push. I’m six feet three. I’ve got eight inches on you, and believe me, eight inches makes all the difference.”

“Oh my God. You just had to go there.”

“But now you want to find out.” Without thinking, I kissed his temple.

He froze, his body rigid.

“Breathe, Harv. We’re not going to explode. Look around you. No one is taking any notice of us.”

“I know. I’m okay.” He relaxed a little but still carried tension.

“I’m gonna do it again, okay?” I pressed my lips to his forehead a little firmer this time. “All good?”

A subtle nod.That’s my Harv.

The queue moved a little quicker now, and we laughed again as we were jump-scared by another zombie.

“So, I don’t think I asked what this is about.” Maybe I should have done that before agreeing to it.

“We make our way around the building until we get to the other side. There’s scary stuff, but it’ll be fun. I’ve always meant to go, but never really fancied going on my own.”

“Well, now you have me to protect you.”

Turned out I was no use at all. I screamed as loudly as anyone, and Harv laughed louder.

“You said you were going to protect me,” he said as yet another zombie covered in blood jumped out at me. I’d need to change my trousers at this rate.

Harvey gripped my hand, squeezing as a man with a chainsaw approached.

“Um, do you think that’s real?” My heart was pounding so loudly that I was surprised no one could hear it.

But the noise was deafening: the chainsaw, loud heavy metal music, and screams. Jesus fucking Christ, you’d think there was a horde of banshees in here with us.

“It’s not real, Killian. You are such a big baby.” Harvey tugged me along, away from the homicidal maniac.

“Is it almost done?”

“Yes, just one more room.”

The door closed behind us, stealing the little light there was. It was pitch-black and deathly silent.

“I can’t see anything,” I whispered.

“You’re not supposed to.”

Something touched my leg. “Argh. What the fuck?”

“Don’t panic. It’ll be fine. We just need to make our way to the other side, and then we’re free.”

He fumbled around, searching for my other hand, inadvertently touching my dick.

“I’m not sure that’s what you’re looking for.”

“How do you know it’s not? You know no one can see us.”