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

and ask all the

"Does that mean things between you two will go back to the way they were?” He kisses

but I

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

live with

forth, his hands holding

have skeletons in our

just met one of

that he slept

Scott.

and married and all the guys think she's so hot—things I'm trying not to focus on, those layers will only make me

a past and his is just

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

the thought of Ryan's face this morning on

wants to kill you—

need to talk to

"Blake?"

he's there, trying to get

it, it needs to end or we're just going

to

lowers to my

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

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

more games with him, I'm putting a stop to it,

going to

He smiles.

"I'll be good.

much more settled than when I was walking up here to the

"Do you think Mrs.

about the 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

I sigh.

Easton, and I feel like there's a new one every second.” "I don't think you

on me right

something, I'll

He comes even closer.

before

lips crash against mine and

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

"Harper,"

he moans.

can't get enough of, a

slides out of my mouth,

don't want to ever leave, we have to

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