You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Harper I can admit the breakfast Aisha made us is delicious.

Ugh, though it kills me.

The French toast is cooked to golden perfection.

The maple syrup is thick and sweet, and that hint of powdered sugar sprinkled on top? Yummy.

The bacon is crisp yet chewy.

The coffee is strong.

She cut up all kinds of fruit for us to eat as well and the watermelon is sweet.

The strawberries juicy and red.

The grapes I avoid because...

I hate grapes.

Oh well, guess it’s not the perfect breakfast.

Sadie is shoveling food in her mouth with her nose wrinkled in disgust, but she's enjoying it.

I know she is.

We all are.

Damn it.

"Who knew you could cook?"

Blake says when he's finished eating, leaning back in his chair and patting his belly like he's a chubby old man.

"That was fucking good, Aisha."

She beams from her spot at the head of the table.

"Thank you.

I love cooking meals for my friends.

It's like my love language."

Sadie and I share a look across the table.

Love language? She is so full of shit.

"Guys, we need to clean up some outside before we leave,” Easton announces.

"My dad texted me and said there's a storm coming in later."

glance at his plate—empty.

Guess he doesn't hate French toast after all.

"Let's do it."

Ryan leaps to his feet, seemingly eager to get out of here, I guess.

Though we aren't going to leave right after breakfast, are we? I mean—and oh my God I can't even believe I'm thinking this—but I feel kind of bad that Blake and Aisha show up late last night and then we're going to head home right after she made us this amazing breakfast? Easton leans over to whisper in my ear.

"You don't mind staying in here with Aisha for a little bit? She's being okay, right?"

I slowly shake my head, trying to pretend like it won't bother me.

"No, I don't mind.

Sadie doesn't shove her hand in the

"That's my girl."

kisses me, his mouth lingering before he pulls away and when I glance over in Aisha's direction I find

Huh.

changed one

She hates me.

Easton

help you clean up the

tell her sweetly,

Aisha smiles in return.

so great, thank

I appreciate the help."

breakfast.” Sadie is mute and I kick her in the shin,

sends me a

glare, tilting my head in Aisha's

"Right.

Yeah.

We appreciate it,"

Sadie says weakly.

the plates on

is already at the sink, rinsing out dishes and loading them

word to each other with the exception of a murmured "thank

or “excuse me"

every few minutes.

It's weird.

talking and laughing

I gotta know,” Sadie

Blake for real,

water and dries her hand

am I with him for real?

"With benefits?"

Sadie asks.

how that's any of

sends me a

"Just curious."

I remain quiet.

her attention to

do you want me

you showed up with

using him

clamp my lips shut and she smiles, waving a hand

"Go on.

what you wanted

him

back her head and

And laughs.

And laughs some more.

and I roll my eyes,

the question,” Aisha says once her laughter has

think Blake

who, I

I throw at her.

a brow as

yours are? Little Miss

screaming your head off

fuck me, Easton’.”