You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Chapter 133
Easton
"Hi,’ Harper says as she opens the door for me, throwing her arms around my neck.

I take a quick glance around us, making sure her parents aren't in sight.

The last thing I need is for them to oversee any kind of PDA and come running at me.

With fucking knives.

But the coast is clear, so I wrap an arm around her waist and bury my face into her neck.

"Fuck, you smell good."

"Don't get any ideas."

"I have zero ideas.

Tonight, tomorrow morning—you might as well be my sister with how far apart we're going to be."

I lean back, looking at her face.

"All right, maybe not a sister, that would make the thoughts that are in my head right now really fucking gross."

She laughs and holds out her hands.

"Is this for the fam?"

I nod as she takes the bag from my grip.

“It's wine.I told my parents I was coming over and Mom insisted.I think there's something else in there, too—some oil or vinegar, or some shit like that."

"That's so nice of them, I'm sure my parents will really appreciate the gesture."

She takes my overnight duffle from my arm and says, "Come on."I follow her, knowing within a few steps, I'm going to come face to face with my biggest fear.

Her father, my worst fucking nightmare.

And, just like I anticipated, he's there when I round the corner to the kitchen, holding a glass of wine as he leans over the island, talking to Harper's mom.

They both turn completely silent the moment I enter.

"Dad, Mom,’ Harper initiates, “Easton's here."Every moment under the fucking Christmas tree flashes through my head, followed by the look on her mom's face when she kicked my ass out.

Fuck.

“Easton, her mom says, “it's nice to see you again."

I can't tell if she really means it or it's the wine talking—the glass that's so fixed in her hand, it looks like it's glued there.

“Easton ..."

her dad says, and he steps closer, his hand going to my shoulder, which he squeezes.

Harder than I'm expecting.

joining us."I

for having

Harper says, taking out the

dad isn't

on me and

"So ...ahhh,"

pause, trying to think of something to

“Where's Ryan and Sadie?"

kitchen,

yet,"Harper tells me.She

can still feel her dad's eyes on

his stare with every bit of resistance I have,

second I make eye contact,

something is about to

"Why don't we go have a little chat, son."My fucking

“Out there."

quickly glancing at Harper whose

from her mom's hand and down the red that's

intensifies as I follow her dad outside and

not going to beat

things, therefore I want to know you have good

outside and have to lay my truth on the table.I just want to tell him

can I say

have good intentions,

sir surprises me, but I'm

means a great deal to

about her so

hands are sweating, my

I'm standing in front of our whole school,

our relationship is very important

“Are you being careful?"

I clear my throat.

"Careful?"

seventeen years old.She's going to college next year.The last thing I need—the last thing the both of you need—is a bun in

I

feels like a slap across

I shake my head.

“No buns, sir.

Definitely no buns."

“You're sure about that?"

inside her?Yes.But she's on the pill.Fuck, I feel like the audience just grew to our entire fucking city and now I'm standing buckass naked in front

going to college too, my parents are pushing for pre—law, so! can follow in my

you're one of the responsible

I watch it go down his throat,

girl.I have to watch out

ever happen