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.

me she has a meeting

sure they're going to drag me in and ask all the questions, but I'm

need is for anyone to press charges and for this to go to court.” "Does that mean things between you two will go back to

be cordial, but I assure you I won't be asking for

detention for being this late to class.” I tilt my neck back to look at his face, more

can live with

forth,

skeletons in

met one of

hearing that he slept

Scott.

us and married and all the guys think she's so

all have a past and his is

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

face this morning on the

wants to kill you—

talk to

"Blake?"

I turn around, he's

of it, it needs to end or we're

seem to always be

hand lowers to my

Harper, and I can't blame the bastard, you're the hottest girl in

a gesture so sweet it

to it, he needs to set

going to involve

He smiles.

"I'll be good.

was walking up here to the roof,

"Do you think Mrs.

day we left school? I know that sounds so trivial considering what you're about to face, but I want to prepare myself for what's to

I sigh.

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

she's more focused on me right

if I hear something, I'll give you a

He comes even closer.

kiss me before

against mine and

scent, his touch, his all-consuming presence—it surrounds me and pulls me in and I'm

"Harper,"

he moans.

of, a security I've needed since the

slides out of my mouth, and he

as I don't want to ever leave,

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