Chapter 136
Harper
"That was fucking brutal,"

Easton says as we collapse onto the couch in the living room, the dinner finally behind us.

"Like a root canal with no Novocain, performed by a first— year dental student, kind of pain."

I feel every word of that, deep in my soul.

“Easton ..."

I turn to him.

"My family is the worst.

If I knew it was going to be like that, I would have ..."

My voice fades as I think of what the alternative would have been.

"I don't know what I would have done, but I'm sorry."

I lean toward him, needing to feel his arms around me, his lips on mine and the moment I get within a few inches, he puts his hand on my chest, keeping me from coming any closer.

"Not under this roof, remember?"

I roll my eyes.

"They're in the kitchen, they can't see anything that's happening out here."

“What if your dad has laser vision or cameras or, I don't know, a sixth sense.

I'm not taking any fucking chances."

“Dude, Sadie and I banged in their bed a few days ago and he didn't notice.

You're giving my dad far too much credit,"

Ryan says from the recliner where Sadie is sitting on his lap.

"Gross."

I gag and look at Sadie.

"My parents’ bed?

Really?"

She shrugs.

“It's spacious."

“I'm not taking any chances,’ Easton says.

"From now on, we go to my house, yours is forever off limits."

Which makes me sad.

Our house was always somewhat off limits, a place no one wanted to come to since it's on the poor side of town.

But now that Ryan and Sadie are together and Easton and I are dating, our house has become much more popular.

And now that's going to change.

Because my parents are ridiculous.

Ugh.

"Well, we're here now,’ Sadie says, "so what do you guys feel like doing?

Watching a movie?

Playing a game?"

“Getting high, Easton says.

"I second that,’ Ryan adds.

"Third,"

I reply.

“Mom!"

Ryan yells.

"Dad!"

chair, setting

to the gas

“All of you?"

asks from the

be back in

"Drive safe,"

my father says.

how much

get his keys and weed, and we hurry

“Drive,"

his eyes

dad changes his

Sadie lights up the joint,

of pure fucking torture,’ he exhales, smoke now filling the

take the joint

dad just doesn't know

could have been

Sadie says.

Easton by the balls, and he could have eaten dinner dangling over us

“Fuck,’ Easton groans.

"No, thank you."

"See?"

Sadie says.

"Way worse."

we're done with the joint, he heads

“Perfume,"

says, spraying

"Gum,"

offers, taking out a pack from

into our house,

says, and we follow

“Jesus, I'm fucking starving."

box and digs right in, taking a bite before the

one and devour a bite of frosting,

part when Mom appears in

we're clear—girls, you're sleeping in

on

"What about my room?"

Ryan asks.

Mom shakes her head.

Harper's room,

leaves and I

keeps getting better and

lick the remainder of the

tonight was somewhat salvaged

lean in for a kiss and

“Still nope"

and

"I'm over this.

Let's go to bed."

and

“Until the morning, lover?"

He grabs her ass.

"You know it."

blow Easton an air kiss and Sadie and I hurry up the stairs, falling onto

more cupcakes,’ she

"Same."

wasn't as bad as

It really wasn't.

shit

Ever think of that?"

be the weed, but what

"You might be right."

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