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.

He shrugs. “You have any

slowly get up, body weak from dehydration, careful not to wake a still sleeping Ryan who’s

.

going

my home and for some reason it makes

takes a long drag of his juice. “Things

to take a drink but I pause. “Hey, you ever made out with

Blake stills. “Why?”

mean

on the thin side

for him since I don’t even know, the tenth grade? There’s no way she’s been giving any guys any favors. Even if she says

“Hmmm.”

We both turn to watch Ryan stumble outside, flopping onto a lawn chair next to us, dark aviators covering his eyes and a beer

Blake grins, earning

while I don’t typically even pay attention to girls with dark hair, hers was silky. Thick. It

my throat as

the hell is wrong with me? | can

I mean she knows who

Fuck that shit

goes off, he takes one

here.”

“Uber?” Blake asks.

Harper to do hard labor after…” He scowls. “Never mind. Just know she owes

does she keep 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 brother she mooches off to crash parties

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

and then I want

find myself saying

standing there in nothing but cropped denim shorts, one of her brother’s large

Ah, we meet again.

the door. “Did you

turn into slits.