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

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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.

spine. I don’t like how he’s looking at me. As if he

I know

the longer we say nothing. I tear my gaze from his first storming away from him, grateful I don’t hear him

sad he didn’t chase after me

myself 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. I’ll go home and pretend today never happened. Hopefully, Easton will leave me alone for good, once he realizes what exactly

you

no sense. I don’t understand him. He hates me, he

I don’t understand him.

seat, wariness zipping up my spine when I witness Blake spot

“You okay?”

him, surprised at the tenderness in his tone, the way he’s watching me as if he

once I clear my

You look-flustered. Your

can I tell

still giving

 

one way to put

asshole out. I mean it, Harper. I don’t know why he’s suddenly got such a hard on for you,

of him, I will.” Blake’s voice is ferocious, as is the gleam

mind what Easton is doing to me. “And I don’t need you to fight my battles, Blake. I can handle Easton

together, he’s doing his damnedest to tear you down while you

to run to my rescue? I

 

for him? “I’m

boy who normally sits next to me in history approaches his desk –the

flicks his chin at

“You’re in my seat.”

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