Chapter 22

Easton

It’s late and I’m in bed, but I can’t sleep. My head is filled with thoughts of Harper. Memories of Harper. I think back on the night at the twins house, when the lights went out and I was in the bathroom with her. Her silky smooth skin beneath my hands. Her sweet, soft lips on mine.

The Halloween party and the kiss we shared then was just as mind blowing. Maybe even more so, because it wasn’t just a one shot deal. We kissed again and it was

just as good as the first time even better, actually. She’s so damn responsive. And curvy. When I touched her, it felt as if I was touching a woman. Not some scrawny girl with tits.

A real, actual woman.

I clench my hands into fists, telling myself I’m not interested. I don’t even like her. I’m not attracted to her. Not at all. She’s not my type. I sort of hate her. She definitely hates me. I taunt her and I don’t even know why.

Then I recall the moment in the janitor’s closet. I can’t even blame that incident on thinking she was my mystery girl. Nope, I knew

exactly who I was dealing with, and I still slipped my hands in her panties and made her come in freaking minutes.

I barely had to do anything. The moment my fingers made contact with her pussy, I realized she was soaked. As if my mere presence alone aroused her.

That could be the case, which is wild. Why would she want me when she hates me?

Why do I want her when I hate her?

Grabbing my phone, I start to scroll, but social media bores me. I’ve looked at everything I could see tonight. Everyone’s stories and

posts, showcasing their mundane lives. I’m over it. Over high school. Over this stage in my life. I’m ready to move on and do something new.

I still have seven months to go before we even graduate. That feels like forever

Without thought I open Instagram and go into the search bar. I type in Harper’s name and find her profile. Of course it’s private. And of course she doesn’t have a request to follow me.

photo but I can’t tell what’s happening. So I do the next best

bitch and blow it up so I can

of her and Sadie, both of them smiling. I can give it to Harper-she looks pretty. Her hair is down and her eyes are sparkling and she has nice teeth. My gaze drops to her chest, the way her T shirt strains against her tits and I can admit she has

of things, but I will never admit I have feelings for

 

request and

motherfucker. What’s done

phone on the bed beside me and stare at

seconds my phone dings and I pick it up to see she’s accepted

Well, hot damn.

her and Sadie. There’s one of her and Ryan and their parents from a few years

well and I immediately go into my DMs to

Me: This means nothing.

Harper: Sure.

Seriously. I

Harper: About what?

and I feel like I said too much, too soon. Why would

I don’t

know. I

me either.

Are you ever going to admit you’re the one

party?

Harper: It wasn’t me.

liar. I knew it the moment I touched you

Harper: You hate me.

I have my hands on

again. I think I’m freaking her

too damn bad. She

out too.

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