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.”

my exit and it was a little rushed. “What

“It was one word-night.”

my phone, but it isn’t worth it. She isn’t backing down

“Harper,”

last night to calm you down. I was afraid you were going to do something stupid, like go over to Blake’s house and knock him out to the point where you got arrested. But that doesn’t change the

I sigh.

is a giant waste of our

“That’s not what happened.”

call, you rushed us into your Jeep, you drove across town like you were competing in Nascar, and the minute I got out at my house, you practically peeled out.” || try to intervene, and she stops me. “I wanted the pizza dinner, the alone time with you, and to feel like

perfect. We had a great time when we ditched school, you were screaming your little lungs out

fighting about something that doesn’t even

we’re in the middle of something, we’re never going

don’t like her

the hurt

don’t like that she’s been sending so many mixed messages-fucking me, texting

me what

“Communication.”

“That’s it?”

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

then at least tell me

for her and decide to cross my arms instead. “But I didn’t know

is, he needed you, he told you where to meet him, and you

relationships, I just fuck. That means I’ve never had anyone to report to, no one to answer to. I come, I go, I do

wants to change

best.” My arms drop and I

was the truth and how much was bullshit just to get me

I’ve missed her smile.

I’m happy it’s back.

“The janitor’s closet doesn’t have any good walls, they’re all covered in supplies.” I growl as I press my lips