You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Chapter 16

Chapter 16

Easton

“…so then I was like, girl, you could literally blow me right here and now and I’d still -” Blake punches me in the shoulder. “Are you even listening?”

“Huh? What?” I drop the fry back onto my plate and shove it away. “Sorry, I was just thinking about…” I gulp. “History.”

Blake snorts out a laugh. “You’re not even in a history class this year.”

“No, no, not that sort of history.” I used to be great at lying. What the hell is wrong with me? “Wars and things.”

“Wars?” Blake repeats. “Things?” He leans in and whispers, “Did you smoke a bit before you came in or something?”

“No.” I shove him away. “I’m not stupid.”

“And, yet, here you are, thinking about wars and things.” He laughs again, then turns when Ryan slams his tray onto the table and starts shooting murderous glares across the cafeteria. “You good?”

“No.” Ryan snaps. “I’m not good.”

“Couldn’t tell by the way you’re

 

beating the shit out of your lunch…” Blake whistles under his breath. “Girl problems? Sadie problems?”

My ears immediately perk up. Sadie. She’s been with Harper most of the day, and every time see her, I convince myself I’m actually going crazy.

Sadie looks nothing like my mystery girl.

She’s too tall.

Too thin, model thin, not the type of curves my hands are addicted to, not the type of mouth my lips keep fixating on.

A vision of Harper licking her lips

 

floods my mind

Damn it!

shove my own tray away, ready to

you is thinking about war, and the other looks like he’s going to be in one.” He follows Ryan’s gaze.

this tray down your throat.” Ryan pounds the table with his fist, making the silverware

jump.

She’s nothing but

 

to look

would be a horrible idea to make eye contact, because then I’ll probably end up staring at her mouth again, which would make me look at her outfit, which would then, for whatever sick reason, make it harder not to think about it

Maybe I need sex

Yeah, that’s it.

That’s all this is!

because my body is

 

it, I should have thought of

better, I do finally

more regrets than

really seen her face. I’d only noticed she’d worn clothes that weren’t made out of tent material and that for some

 

it was that vision of Harper that had me so hard.

 

distract me with her super low cut shirt that showed off

at least now

timing. Not. Especially

Ryan.

Really. Just, great timing.

the hell is Harper even thinking? So, she puts on some makeup and better

 

It changes nothing.

looks ready to pass out as he saunters up to the table and tries to sit

instantly on

Shit.

have no choice but to follow him as we

awful choice of sitting next to Harper and when he looks up at us, I’m surprised he hasn’t already

pales,

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