You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Chapter 85

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.

and told me she has a

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

court.” "Does that mean things between you two will go back to

I assure you I

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

live

eyes, back and forth, his hands holding

all have skeletons in our closet,

met

that

Scott.

us and married and all the guys think she's so hot—things I'm

a past and his is just much more sexual

I'm pretty sure you're going to have to explain this all to my

thought of Ryan's face

wants to kill

talk to

"Blake?"

I turn around, he's there, trying

had enough of it, it needs to

to always

lowers

wants you, Harper, and I can't blame the bastard,

the end of my nose, a gesture so sweet it makes my

stop to it, he needs to

going to involve

He smiles.

"I'll be good.

walking up here to the roof,

"Do you think Mrs.

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

I sigh.

new one

she's more focused on me

I'll

He comes even closer.

kiss me before I

and my body lights on

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

"Harper,"

he moans.

enough of, a security I've needed since the post was

my mouth,

ever leave, we have to go

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