#noahwright

Juniper was looking around the carnival, her phone in her hand as she stood near the funnel cake stand. How the hell did she not see him coming, he was so tall he should have been easy to spot. Her fingers moved over her touch screen as she typed out another message. 

Text Mr. Wright: I’m by the funnel cake stand, do you see me? 

Text Mr. Wright: Wait is there more than one funnel cake stand? Am I in the wrong place? 

Letting out a small huff she turned around, preparing to go looking for her big bird reaper in case she was in the wrong spot, overthinking as always. 

“Well... well... well.... Let’s just hope I don’t hurt you too badly, or I’ll have to claim you for good. Which I might do anyway..” Leaning back on her couch she waved him toward her bar the moment he was into her room. “Put your things in my room, since that’s where you’ll be staying. Hope your little girlfriend won’t mind when I’m crushing you between my thighs after I get you all blood high.”