You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Chapter 43

Harper

Oh my God, did he really just say that? And then take off like a scared little chicken shit?

Why yes. He did.

What, now he wants to shove me into Blake’s arms? Does this make him feel less guilty for kissing Aisha? If that’s the case, what a total prick.

| already knew this though. He’s a complete asshole who only thinks of himself. Most of the time.

Well, he’s definitely thinking of me when he’s got his fingers between my legs. Or his mouth…

“What do you say, Harper? Let me take you to dinner.”

Blake’s deep voice pulls me from my lust-soaked thoughts and I blink at him, wishing like crazy that it was Easton who looked at me like that. Who asked me to dinner in front of everyone at school because he doesn’t care. He wants to be seen with me. I’m not his dirty little secret

But it’s not Easton who’s asking me. It’s Blake, who currently has a giant smile on his face, and I see something in his eyes that I’ve never noticed before. He’s looking at me as if he…actually likes me.

Uh oh.

I am so stupid. I should’ve never kissed him. Like, ever. And it felt wrong, kissing another boy when I still have feelings for stupid, annoying, make-me-want-to-rip -my-hair-out Easton. Spotting him in an embrace with Aisha had me seeing red. I didn’t even need to see her lips land on his. Actually, I couldn’t bear to see it. That would’ve sent me completely over the edge. I was done.

Over.

Finished.

Kissing Blake was impulsive and a giant mistake. That kiss sent him a signali didn’t mean. I like him, but not like that. And now he’s looking at me as if I’m the only girl for him.

“I can’t tonight,” I finally say, hating the way his face falls. “Some other time, okay? || have an essay to finish. And that history test we still need to study for.”

you’re going to turn me down.” His lips

Not ever. He doesn’t make me laugh. He

before I kiss

to Blake, willing myself to like

look into his eyes and feel nothing

I tell him. “Talk

my hand before I can walk away, pulling me in close. “You’re a mystery, Harper.

lets go of my hand and saunters down

is nothing mysterious about me. Yeah, I might be sneaking around and hooking up with Easton in dark corners, but that’s the extent of my mystery. He’s only doing that

and I mentally tell it to stop. I can’t get all twisted up over that boy yet again. Maybe I should give up on boys in general until

right now is getting way too out of

Easton right there, leaning his shoulder against

Aimed directly at me.

“What’s your problem?”

out the word as if it’s

says it, I start walking, not wanting to

A girl

as he falls into step beside

be seen in public

you hate me or not.” I push through the double doors and

to me and I’m

A jittery, fluttery mess.

thumping. My pulse is throbbing

Between my thighs.

he’s just

I need help. A therapist maybe? Maybe I’m a sex addict who’s never had sex.