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.

for joining

for having

sent gifts,’ Harper says, taking out the items from the bag, making sure her parents

her dad

me

"So ...ahhh,"

pause, trying to think of something

“Where's Ryan and Sadie?"

around the kitchen, listening

yet,"Harper tells me.She winces."They should be

can still feel her dad's eyes on

to avoid his stare with every bit of

second I make eye contact,

his stare tells me something is about

he says, "Why don't we go have a little chat, son."My fucking stomach drops.Especially when he nods to the

“Out there."

at Harper whose eyes are

more than anything, I could take the glass from her

dad outside and

to beat around the

want to know you have good

fucking die.I didn't prepare for this.I didn't expect to be hauled outside and have to lay my truth on the table.I

can I say

have good intentions,

surprises me, but I'm happy I

a great

her

hands are sweating, my stomach

front of our whole school, naked,

relationship is very important to

“Are you being careful?"

I clear my throat.

"Careful?"

last thing I need—the last thing the both of you need—is a bun

I didn't

like

I shake my head.

“No buns, sir.

Definitely no buns."

“You're sure about that?"

swallow.Do I come 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

whole future ahead of us—I'm going to college too, my parents are pushing for pre—law, so! can follow in my

of the responsible

drink of his wine and I watch it go down

to watch out for her, no one

back.Nothing will ever happen to her when she's