Kissing, biting, touching

I'll push you to your limits

  Sneaking into Hiram's house at night had been easier than Mira had thought. All she had to do was go in through the back door and that was it. Next thing she knew she was in his room, kissing him and unbuttoning his shirt while he turned on the TV to drown out any noise.

   "Slow down," he said. "We have all night."

   "I don't want to slow down," she said, pushing him back onto the bed and getting on top of him.

   "Did I push you too far at dinner?" He chuckled.

   "More like not far enough," she reached for his belt but he flipped her over onto her back before she could.

   "I'll make sure you get there now," he said, his lips departing down her neck while his hands traveled up her thighs and underneath her dress. Closing her eyes, she sighed out in pleasure and let herself drown into the feeling of him touching her. She had been thinking about this moment since their little getaway on top of the desk at Archie's house, but now as she looked past Hiram and at the TV, something else had managed to snatch all her attention. 

   "Wait," she said, trying to get up to make sure what she was seeing was actually there and not just a figment of her imagination.

   "I thought you didn't want to slow down," he pulled her dress off her body. 

   "No, look," she gestured to the TV. Following her gaze, he looked to see what was so important on the flatscreen that she had to stop them from continuing. 

   "Reporting live from the murky banks of Sweetwater River where the body of eighteen-year-old Nicholas St. Clair has just been found by local fishermen. Due to multiple gunshot wounds found in the victims back, authorities suspect this may be a possible homicide. With no current suspects, police are urging witnesses and town's residents to come forward with any information linked to the case." 

   Mira's blood ran cold as she looked up at the man on top of her. The scratches, the bruises, the blood, he even admitted he'd gone to see St. Clair that night. Still, it couldn't have been him. Murder? That wasn't something he was capable of. Right? But all those rumors Reggie had told her; the mafia, embezzlement, jail time,  how his wife had run off, it couldn't have just been a coincidence. 

   "Why are you looking at me like that?" Hiram said, noticing her wide and teary eyes staring up at him. She immediately averted her gaze. "Mira?"

   "I think I need to go home," she said, carefully pushing her self out from underneath him. 

   He grabbed her wrist, making her freeze. "You can't seriously think I did this."

   "I didn't say that," she pulled her wrist away so she could zip up her dress. "I just want to go home."

   "Why?"

   "I'm not feeling well."

   "I had nothing to do with that boy's death."

   "Okay," she said, frantically searching for her shoes. 

   He got off the bed and walked towards her, "Do you believe me?"

   "Yes," she didn't make eye contact.

   "You're lying," his voice was cold just like the ice she felt running through her blood. Her legs were going numb in fear, but she didn't know why. She wasn't even sure if he had done it, she just knew she had to get out of there to figure things out. "You think I did it."

   "Just let me go home," she said, her voice coming out as more of a whine as she tried to hold herself together while slipping on her shoes. She'd brought a jacket, but didn't even bother to look for it. She just wanted out.

   "I never said you couldn't," he said, watching her, not taking her eyes off her. "Why do you think it's me?"

   "I don't think it's you."

   "Stop lying to me, Mira."

   "I'm leaving," she said, rushing towards the door. Sure, roughing a guy up for her was attractive, even hot. But killing someone was crossing the line.

   "Do you need a ride?"

   "No," she decided even though she hadn't brought her car. "I'll call someone."

   "Let me give you a ride."

   "I'll call someone," she repeated, hurrying out of his room and down the stairs as quietly as she possibly could. She didn't even bother going out the back door, choosing to hurry out the front door instead and onto the street before she pulled out her phone to call Betty. 

   When Betty arrived, Mira practically tore the door open and jumped into the car. 

   "Are you going to tell me why you called me out here this late?" Betty said. 

   "Did you hear about Nick?" Mira said. 

   "Yeah, I heard. Why?"

   "Do you think that he could have done it?" Mira said, looking back at Veronica's house. 

   "Maybe," Betty said. "He seems like he'd be a pretty good suspect, but that's the problem."

   "How?"

   "If something bad happens in this town everyone points a finger at Hiram Lodge. I don't think he's dumb enough to go ahead and kill someone if he knows people are going to suspect him," she said. "Unless you have some evidence that might suggest otherwise." 

   Mira thought back to the bloody shirt and scratches. "I don't know," she said, turning on the radio to take her mind off the situation. 

   "Earlier this evening, the body if Nicholas St. Clair was found in Sweetwater River-"

   "Shut up," Mira groaned, going to turn off the radio. 

   "Wait," Betty said. 

   "Now, the body of Geraldine Grundy has just been found inside a yellow VW Beetle parked on the outskirts of Riverdale. Like the previous victim, Grundy was shot to death, making this the second homicide in the once quiet town of Riverdale. Witnesses say they saw a man wearing a black hood running away from the scene of the crime only moments before authorities showed up."

   "Oh my god," Mira said. "And here I was thinking Greendale was the hellhole."

   "Do you know what this means?" Betty said.

   "Hiram isn't the killer because he was at the dinner and that I just missed a perfectly good opportunity to sleep with him," Mira said.

   "Yes and that there's a serial killer running around Riverdale."

   "Oh yeah, I guess that's an issue too."