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.

called me this morning and told me

going to drag me in and ask all the questions, but

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 any more

getting detention for being this late to class.” I tilt my neck back to look

live

back and forth, his hands holding

all have skeletons in our

just met one of

that he

Scott.

married and all the guys think she's so hot—things I'm trying not to focus on,

have a past and his is just much more sexual

you, but I'm pretty sure you're going to

thought of Ryan's face this morning on the

wants to kill you—

need to talk to Blake, too.”

"Blake?"

around, he's

it, it needs to

seem to always be

lowers

the bastard, you're the hottest girl

my nose, a gesture so sweet it makes

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

that conversation going to involve

He smiles.

"I'll be good.

when I was walking up

"Do you think Mrs.

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

I sigh.

feel like there's a new one every

me right now.” His face

I'll give you

He comes even closer.

before

against mine and my

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

"Harper,"

he moans.

sound I can't get enough of, a security I've needed since the post

of my mouth, and

want to ever leave, we have to go to

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