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 have

to wake a still

.

the feathers are going to pop out

by the pool, looking at the absolute destruction the party has done to my home and for some reason it makes me smile. Maybe because I immediately think about a

long drag of his juice. “Things got

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

Blake stills. “Why?”

mean she’s

on the thin

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 way she’s been giving any guys any favors. Even if she

“Hmmm.”

flopping onto a lawn chair next to us, dark aviators covering his eyes and a beer clutched in

Blake

hair, and while I don’t typically

clear my throat as my body instantly

me? | can always control my

she should be the one seeking me out. I mean she knows who I

Fuck that shit

off, he takes one more

here.”

“Uber?” Blake asks.

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

I even care when she’s a nobody? A nerdy girl with exactly one

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

then I

find myself saying as

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

Ah, we meet again.

door. “Did you even

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