You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Chapter 14

Easton

“I think I’m dying…” I groan the next morning, holding my head between my hands as if it’s going to fall off at any minute and, honestly, I wouldn’t be against it fuck, how much did I drink?

I dreamt of cat woman.

The dream quickly turned into a nightmare when Ryan’s face replaced hers, causing me to question my sexuality, only to wake up screaming when Ryan spooned me.

I was the small spoon.

That trauma will stay with me for life, I’ve never shoved Ryan so hard.

He fell off the bed and landed on Blake who woke up yelling about a lizard named Mike.

I need new friends.

I’m still pissed at Blake for taunting me last night, even though I have zero interest in Harper. I mean if she was the last girl on earth, I’d still pass her by, she’s just too-t oo something. Plain? No, that’s not it. She’s just annoying as hell, never listens to anything I say, despite every single

warning and she’s always there.

My mind decides to remind me about her banging body beneath that bikini, but I quickly shove the thought away.

Fine, so one time I found her hot.

It means nothing

Because she’s Ryan’s sister and that was the whole fucking point of not inviting her to my party,

“Thought you were gonna pass out in your own puke last night” Blake sits up and wipes his face with his hands. “What’s this shit about cats again? I’m starting to worry about you, man. That’s twice now, is that what alcohol does to you? Makes

you hallucinate about pussy?” He laughs at his own joke. “See what I did there?”

I chuck a pillow at his face and instantly regret it as my head pounds harder. “I need aspirin.”

“And I need tits to bury my face between. Alas, we don’t always get what we want, stupid universe…”

I stare over at him and just shake my head.

shrugs. “You

not to wake a still sleeping Ryan who’s holding the pillow

.

going to

absolute destruction the party has done to my home and for some reason it makes me smile. Maybe

a long drag of his juice.

to take a drink but I pause.

Blake stills. “Why?”

curious…I mean she’s

A bit on the thin side

there before Ryan finds out and murders you in your own bed. She’s saved herself for him since I don’t even know, the tenth grade? There’s no

“Hmmm.”

onto a lawn chair next to us, dark aviators covering his eyes and a beer clutched in his hand. “Hair of the dog, stop

ass.” Blake grins,

dark hair, and while I don’t typically even pay attention

clear my throat as my body

wrong with me? | can always control

seeking me out. I mean she knows who I am yet she’s playing hard to

Fuck that shit

he takes one more swig

here.”

“Uber?” Blake asks.

to do hard labor after…” He scowls. “Never

invading my world? And why do I even care when she’s a nobody? A nerdy girl with exactly one best friend and a popular

more I think about her, the angrier I get. Because when I do think about her, I think about her tongue, then I

and then I want to punch

find myself saying as I jog after

stuff and open the front door to see Harper standing there in nothing but cropped denim shorts, one of her brother’s large football sweatshirts, no makeup,

Ah, we meet again.

“Did you even

widen, and then quickly turn into slits. “Why do you