You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Chapter 72

Easton

“Good morning, gorgeous,” I say to Harper the moment I reach her locker, leaning against the one beside hers, so I have a full view of her.

Goddamn it, she looks sexy in the morning.

Hair still a little wet and wild, like when I get done fucking her. Skin smelling all tropical. Lips covered in gloss, so they look plump and juicy.

I cinch her waist with my fingers, and she immediately slaps them away, practically growling, “Morning.” She slams her locker shut and takes a step back.

What the fuck?

I don’t let her get very far, catching her before she’s no more than a pace away, and I turn her around to face me. “What’s wrong?”

She laughs in a way that tells me none of this is funny. “Really? You can’t tell what’s wrong?”

Women.

I can’t for the fucking life of me ever figure them out.

But all signs point to her being pissed about something.

“You’re mad.” I search both of her eyes. “But what about?”

“It’s sorta mind blowing that you’re just noticing. That you didn’t see I was mad last, night.”

“Last night?” This time, I grip her waist, ignoring when she tries to wiggle away, and I pull her into the quiet entrance of an unused classroom. She stays, but moves back, putting distance between us. I wait for her to look at me before I continue, “Let me get this straight. You instigated sex at your house, you texted me before you went to bed. How am I supposed to know you’re angry?”

“Every indication was there, Easton. You just weren’t paying attention.”

“What?” I look at her like she’s speaking a different language. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Because you were too sexed-up and orgasm-high when you left my house to notice that I practically kicked you out.”

it

“It was one word-night.”

isn’t

“Harper,”

afraid you were going to do something stupid, like go over to

I sigh.

is a giant waste of our

“That’s not what happened.”

practically peeled out.” || try to intervene,

can’t fucking believe this …”Iglance toward the hallway, making sure no one is listening to us. “Everything was fine between us, it was perfect. We had a great time when

fighting about something that doesn’t

whole base of our relationship. If you run off to Ryan every time we’re in the middle of something, we’re never going to work. I need to know I matter too.” Her voice

don’t like her

don’t like the hurt in her

sending so many mixed

what you want,

“Communication.”

“That’s it?”

wall behind her. “That would be a start. If you’re going

Nascar driver on me, then at least tell me why you’re driving that way and

my arms instead.

you, he told you where to meet him, and you said nothing to me about

asking me to be fully transparent, something I’ve never been with anyone. I don’t normally do relationships, I just fuck. That means I’ve never had anyone

wants to change

a deep breath, holding it in. “I’ll do my best.” My arms drop and

the truth and how much was bullshit just

I’ve missed her smile.

I’m happy it’s back.

walls, they’re all covered in supplies.” I growl as