Harper

"But I didn't fuck her, baby,"

Easton says, his hand moving to my face.

“I didn’t touch her at all.” I want to push him away, but the sound of his voice is what I cling to.

The softness, the rawness, the truth I see in his eyes.

"I couldn't do it,"

he continues.

"I got to her house, I told her how much you mean to me, and that I'm willing to take whatever punishment comes my way but to leave you out of it.” The ache in my stomach turns to something else.

Relief? Tingles? There's so much emotion running through me, I'm not sure I can differentiate my feelings anymore.

But I know I need to hear something again, I need to hear it over and over until it sinks in.

"You really didn't have sex with her?"

He shakes his head.

"No, baby."

His other hand joins my face.

“I didn’t kiss her, I didn’t touch her—nothing happened between us."

His stare deepens.

"I care about you, Harper, more than you think I do.” I fall against his chest and his arms wrap around me, his scent, his warmth, his breath—all giving me so much comfort.

This morning, I didn't know if I'd be here again with him and now I can't imagine being anywhere else.

My eyes close and after a few seconds I ask, “How are we going to get out of this mess?"

“It's my mess, not yours."

I squeeze him tighter.

"You're not in this alone."

"I am because there's no way I'm dragging you into it.

You got enough shit from WHGOSSIP, you don’t need anymore."

I bury my face in his neck.

"What's going to happen?"

"Mrs.

morning and told me she

going to drag me in and ask all the questions, but I'm not going to

that mean things between you two will go back to the way they

is over, things will be cordial, but I assure you I won't

for being this late to class.” I tilt my neck

live with

back and forth,

skeletons

just met

hearing that he

Scott.

the guys think she's so

have a past and his

how I feel about you, but I'm pretty sure you're going to have to explain this all to

at the thought of Ryan's face this morning

wants to kill

to Blake,

"Blake?"

he's there, trying to get

enough of it, it needs to end or we're just

seem to

hand lowers to

can't blame the bastard,

nose, a gesture so sweet it makes my chest

him, I'm putting a stop to it, he needs to set his sights on a

that conversation going to

He smiles.

"I'll be good.

walking up here to the roof, but there are still things I'm

"Do you think Mrs.

will notify my parents about the day we left school? I know that sounds so trivial considering what you're about to face, but I

I sigh.

there's a new one every second.” "I don't

me right now.” His face

I'll give you a

He comes even closer.

before

against mine and my body lights

touch, his all-consuming presence—it surrounds me

"Harper,"

he moans.

get enough of, a

of my mouth, and

I don't want to ever leave, we have

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