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.”

thought back to my exit and it was a little rushed. “What about your

“It was one word-night.”

to pull out my phone, but it isn’t

“Harper,”

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 way I feel and how much it

I sigh.

argument is a giant

“That’s not what happened.”

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 it’s more than just ..” Her voice cuts off and emotion begins to fill her eyes. “Sex.” She swallows. “I feel like that’s all you care about, that you don’t give a shit about how I

We had a great time when we ditched school, you were screaming your little lungs out when I was making you come in the hot tub. And now? We’re here? Where

something that doesn’t

If you run off to Ryan every time we’re in the middle of something, we’re never going to

don’t like her

like the hurt in her

sending so many mixed messages-fucking

me what

“Communication.”

“That’s it?”

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

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

my arms instead. “But I

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

never been with anyone. I don’t normally do relationships, I just fuck. That

wants to change

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

“How much of that was the truth and how much was bullshit just to get

I’ve missed her smile.

I’m happy it’s back.

good walls,