You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Chapter 21

Chapter 21

Harper

His kiss is brutal. Punishing. Like he’s mad that it’s me, even though I’ve neither confirmed nor denied his accusation.

That’s what his words felt like-an accusation. I don’t think he’s pleased to discover that I’m the one he keeps kissing in dark corners at parties. Yet he’s also the guy who felt me up in a janitor’s closet and got me off with a few precise strokes of his fingers.

A shiver steals through me at the

Chanteren

memory. Or maybe the shiver was caused by the way his tongue just slid against mine

I reach between us, resting my hands on his broad chest. His skin is so warm beneath the fabric of his shirt, and his muscles are firm. Hard. He’s hard all over. I’m tempted to pull him closer, but I come to my senses at the last second and shove him with all my might

His mouth detaches from mine and he stumbles backwards, a dazed look on his face as he drinks me in. “What the fuck?”

“We can’t keep doing this,” I say.

“Right. Funny how we do keep doing it. Because you’re her,” he

states.

“Who’s her?” I’m still playing

stupid.

Easton shakes his head. “Don’t try and fake me out. I recognize your scent”

“I bought it at a store every girl know shops at.” That isn’t a lie. Dozens of us could be wearing this lotion right now.

of awareness down my spine. I don’t like how he’s looking at me. As if he can see

I know it’s

other, the air growing charged between us the longer we say nothing. I tear my gaze

I’m also sad he didn’t chase after

as I put one foot in front of the other and make my way to the classroom. Less than one hour until I can leave this place.

for him to touch you again. Kiss you

sense. I don’t understand him. He hates me, he wants to

I don’t understand him.

into class, I plop into my seat, wariness zipping up my spine when I witness Blake spot me and make his way over to my desk, settling into the one

“You okay?”

tone,

fine,” I say once

You look-flustered. Your cheeks

I tell him

giving you

 

way to

mean it, Harper. I don’t know why he’s suddenly got such a hard

Blake’s voice is ferocious, as is the gleam in his

doing to me. “And I don’t need you to fight my battles, Blake. I

he’s doing his damnedest to tear you down while you stand there and just

does Blake suddenly want to run to my rescue? I don’t get

 

it for him?

to me in history approaches his desk –the very one where Blake is sitting. “Hey,” he

flicks his chin at him.

“You’re in my seat.”

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