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.

this morning and told me she has

the questions,

that mean things between you two will go

this is over, things will be cordial, but I assure you I won't be asking for any more

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

live with

back and forth, his hands holding my

skeletons

just met one of

hearing that

Scott.

she's so hot—things I'm trying not to focus on,

past and his is just

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

thought of Ryan's face this morning on the way

wants to

to

"Blake?"

around, he's there, trying

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

seem to always

hand lowers

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

my nose, a gesture so sweet it makes

stop to it, he needs to set his sights on

conversation going to

He smiles.

"I'll be good.

than when I was walking up

"Do you think Mrs.

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

I sigh.

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

she's more focused on me right now.” His

something, I'll give you

He comes even closer.

me before I

crash against mine and

touch, his all-consuming presence—it surrounds me and pulls me

"Harper,"

he moans.

sound I can't get enough of, a

my mouth, and he

leave, we have to go

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