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

“It was one word-night.”

pull out my phone, but it isn’t worth

“Harper,”

going to do something stupid, like go over to Blake’s house and knock him out to the point where

I sigh.

a giant waste

“That’s not what happened.”

know that’s exactly what happened.” She points her finger at my chest. “The second you got that phone 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

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

fighting about something that doesn’t even

the problem, Easton. It does matter. It’s the 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 lowers. “I need to know you

like her

the hurt

mixed messages-fucking me, texting me, hating me-that

what you

“Communication.”

“That’s it?”

her. “That would be a

me why you’re driving

my arms instead. “But

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

anyone. I don’t normally do relationships, I just fuck. That means I’ve never had anyone to report to, no one to

to

arms drop and I surround her waist,

eyes. “How much of that was the truth and how much was bullshit just to get me into the janitor’s closet so you

I’ve missed her smile.

I’m happy it’s back.

closet doesn’t have any good walls, they’re all covered