You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Chapter 48

Harper

“I think I’m going to be sick,” I say to Sadie the second she answers her phone.

“Why? What’s going on?”

I’m huddled on my bed, looking out my window to the backyard where the boys are all sitting around the table, smoking weed.

Everyone except for Easton.

After he told me to go back in my room, a few minutes later I heard his engine rev and I watched him drive away and he hasn’t returned. And now Blake is sitting next to Ryan, the seat Easton had been in.

But I’ve still been watching, waiting, hoping he comes back.

“Blake saw us,” I whisper, even though none of the boys can hear me.

“Saw who?”

“Me and Easton, kissing in the doorway of my bedroom.”

“Whoa.”

“And Easton and Blake got into it and Blake asked me who I liked kissing more.”

“What did you say?”

I run my hand over my forehead, my pick so obvious to both of us. “Nothing, Easton saved me before I had to answer. Sadie, this is a total nightmare.”

“No, a nightmare will be if Blake tells Ryan. Do you think he’s going to?”

The thought has been haunting me and I don’t know what to do about it. I definitely can’t go downstairs and ask Blake, that’ll just be weird. And I don’t want to ask my

brother to come upstairs so we can talk, that will be even weirder.

When Ryan hears I’ve made out with both of his best friends, he’s going to kill me.

“Oh God,” I groan, rocking over my bed. “I hope not.”

“What’s happening now? Where are the boys?” I fill her in on the logistics of everyone, and then she asks, “How long has Easton been gone?”

of my phone to check the time. “About twenty minutes. Maybe

what happened once the boys went downstairs. Before you get into Ryan’s car tomorrow morning for school, you need to know what you’re walking into-whether he’s oblivious or pissed out

pounding so loud,

is going to scream at me when the time finally comes. Blake or Easton-I don’t know which

right,” I tell her. “I’m going to call him right

me back the second you hang up with

“Okay,”

“Wait.”

stomach lurching at the thought that there might be more. I

“Who’s at your house?”

the last few minutes, I gently lift the curtain to take

hear her smiling. “Just

mental breakdown and my best friend is concerned there might be a

even with

sure my voice

our call and find Easton in my Contacts, holding the phone to my face as it

says into the phone. “How many times

make sure I’ve called the right number. My stomach drops when I see that I

so pathetic, Harper,” she continues, “you’ll do

to ask who it

I know.

has lowered as far as

are you

chest aches as every possibility begins to run through

just

now, he’s

just keeps flipping

heart breaks

up at the moment. Or, should I say, I’ve tied him up.

His . mouth?

that was

made me come so hard, I

now …

am going

when he was going down