You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

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.

I try to make out her profile photo but I

blow it up so

looks pretty. Her hair is down and her eyes are sparkling and she has nice teeth. My gaze drops

I will never admit I have feelings for this girl. Nope,

bar, sending her a follow request and I swallow hard, fighting

motherfucker. What’s done

on the bed

my phone dings and I

Well, hot damn.

her profile. Unfortunately, she doesn’t have too many photos posted. They’re mostly of her and Sadie. There’s one of her and Ryan and

a notification that Harper followed me as well and I immediately go into my DMs

Me: This means nothing.

Harper: Sure.

Seriously. I was

Harper: About what?

like I said too

don’t

to know. I

me either.

one I kissed in the

party?

Harper: It wasn’t me.

touched you in the closet today. I’d recognize that body

Harper: You hate me.

Not when I have my hands

quiet again. I think

too damn bad.

out too.