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.”

time together tonight instead, but I’m guessing you’re going to turn me down.”

He doesn’t make

before I kiss

to Blake, willing

into his eyes and feel nothing

class,” I tell

in close. “You’re a mystery,

go of my hand and

be sneaking around and hooking up with Easton in dark corners, but

twisted up over that boy yet again. Maybe I should give

is getting way too out

exchange my books, then slam the metal door shut to find Easton right there, leaning his shoulder against the

Aimed directly at me.

“What’s your problem?”

out the word as if it’s a

start walking, not wanting to hear him bash

A girl can only take

says as he falls into

guess it’s okay to be seen in public when he’s tossing

hate me or not.” I push through the double doors and take a deep

me

A jittery, fluttery mess.

My pulse is throbbing

Between my thighs.

just

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