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.”

going to turn me down.” His lips form

ever. He doesn’t make me laugh. He makes me want

before I

to Blake, willing myself to like him.

his eyes and feel nothing

class,” I tell him.

me in close. “You’re a mystery, Harper. One I’m dying to

go of my hand and saunters down

I might be sneaking around and hooking up with Easton in dark corners, but that’s the extent

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

right now is getting way too

slam the metal door shut to find Easton right there, leaning his shoulder against the locker next to mine. I take a step back at

Aimed directly at me.

“What’s your problem?”

spits out the word

he says it, I start walking, not wanting to hear him

A girl can only take so

my problem,” he says as he falls into step

public when he’s tossing insults

through the double doors and take a deep breath of fresh air, hating how shaky my exhale

gets close to me and

A jittery, fluttery mess.

is thumping. My pulse

Between my thighs.

he’s just walking beside

need help. A therapist maybe? Maybe I’m a sex addict who’s