You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Chapter 130

Easton

Winter break is upon us and I swear to God, I can breathe easier.

Helps that finals are over, and my girlfriend isn't so damn stressed out all the time.

Helps even more that her parents have loosened the leash they latched onto her after the Christmas tree incident, and they're letting her go out more.

Not too sure if she's telling them she's actually going out with me, though.

That's something I need to bring up to her soon, but for now, I'll take her any way I can get her.

As long as she's in a good mood.

And finally, she is.

Soam I. I pull into the gas station that's not too far from campus and park next to a pump.

The place is busy, full of cars and I notice the one parked on the other side of the pump I'm at.

It's familiar, and as I'm inserting my credit card into the machine, I notice the passenger seat and the backseat are full of boxes and belongings.

Like someone is moving.

the gas situation handled, I lean against my car and wait for the

ready to bring me back around the

going down on their daughter, and that is some fucked up

for all, but I know the next time

life, that was messed up. I scratch the back of my neck, my gaze snagging on the woman

the color of her hair, everything about her is familiar

Leigh.

her face as she rolls her eyes. "You

pretending I could give two shits about seeing her, though I can't help but be curious.

pay inside, because she's undoing her gas cap with jerky movements and shoving the gas

She's a conniving little bitch who used me. At least I was able to use her too. "You get

you,’ she mutters. “I had nothing to do with

reveal that to her, I don't

"My husband kicked me out of the

I run my hand through my hair, bored already. "Guess I can't blame him. You were fucking around with a

"You're a pig,"

spits at me, already yanking the nozzle out of her tank and putting it away. "I hate you. I

babe. You're the one who messed with my head, you know. I was a minor

enjoyed every minute of it,

and I push away from the

for who you really are, and then what are

hating her words. What

I mutter, but it's like she doesn't even hear me.

Nice body.

you've got going for you.