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.

told me she has a meeting with the school

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

go to court.” "Does that mean things between

I assure you I won't be asking for any

we're definitely getting detention for being this late to class.” I tilt my neck back to look at his

can live

forth, his hands

have skeletons in our

just met

that he slept

Scott.

she's so hot—things I'm trying not to focus on, those layers will only

past and his is just

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

Ryan's face this morning on the way to

to kill you—

to talk to Blake, too.” My

"Blake?"

I turn around, he's there, trying to get

needs to end or we're just

to always

lowers to

can't blame the bastard, you're the hottest girl in our

nose, a gesture so sweet

stop to it, he needs to

that conversation going

He smiles.

"I'll be good.

settled than when I was walking up here to the roof, but there

"Do you think Mrs.

left school? I know that sounds so trivial considering what you're about to

I sigh.

a new one every second.” "I don't think you have to

more focused on me right now.” His face

something, I'll give you

He comes even closer.

before I fucking

against mine and my

all-consuming presence—it surrounds me and pulls me in and I'm

"Harper,"

he moans.

a sound I can't get enough of, a security I've

slides out of my

much as I don't want to ever leave,

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