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.”

to my exit and it was a

“It was one word-night.”

tempted to pull out my phone, but it isn’t worth it. She isn’t

“Harper,”

needed 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

“That’s not what happened.”

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 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

making sure no one is listening to us. “Everything was fine between us, it was perfect. We had a great time when we ditched school, you were screaming your little lungs

something

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

don’t like

like the hurt in her

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

what you want,

“Communication.”

“That’s it?”

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

driver on me, then at least tell me why you’re

decide to cross my

told you where to meet him, and you said nothing to

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

wants to

My arms drop and I surround her waist, pulling her closer.

was bullshit just to get me into the janitor’s closet so you can fuck me against the

I’ve missed her smile.

I’m happy it’s back.

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