You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Harper

 I’m light for the rest of the night, like a dark cloud has been lifted and all I can feel is warm sunshine.

Easton warns me at one point that the chance I could still be pregnant is possible but I can't even let that thought enter my brain.

Nope.

I’m not pregnant.

I took two tests proving exactly that.

Feeling impulsive, I attack Easton in the living room, straddling him as he’s trying to watch some corny Christmas movie on the Hallmark Channel.

My boyfriend, the secret romantic? Yes, it's possible.

“Babe, come on.

I need to know if this chick is the real daughter of Santa,” he says, his hands resting loosely on my hips as he looks around me so he can stare at the TV.

“Forget that chick.

She’s not Santa’s daughter,” I tell him, grabbing him by the shoulders and leaning in so I can give him a long, tongue filled kiss.

We come up for air a few minutes later, his hair a mess thanks to my hands and his fingers cupped firmly around my left tit, his arm tunneled beneath my sweater.

“How do you know?” I roll my eyes.

“I watched the movie with my mom last week.” We kiss some more, until I'm basically dry humping him and he’s helping me along, his hands firm on my hips as he shifts me back and forth over his erection.

I pull away slightly, my fingers seeking when he tries to wrench away from me.

“What are you doing?” I ask, exasperated.

thought.” “What is it?” I lean in to kiss him

a few

on

make birth control

“Maybe that’s what happened.

me as I crawl off his lap and fall onto the couch, sitting right

stop thinking that you might be really

that test is wrong? They're not one hundred percent foolproof, are they? We probably should’ve bought some other ones, just in case,” he says absently, his gaze growing

accurate on the box,” I reassure him, but he’s not having

guaranteed, babe.” He sends me a look, like I’m so silly for believing that we're in

period.” Another sigh leaves me and I cross

can’t stop thinking about the possibility

“For sure,” I agree, realizing I'm not

Oh well.

enjoy spending time with

Kissing him.

how she’s helping a small town find the

corny yet Easton is

he needs

whirlwind

lean my head against his shoulder, silently marveling at how warm and

could sit like this

wrapped up in a throw blanket, watching the

murmurs, “I should get

me back to my house, my mind full of crazy

happen if I was

move

know he'd take care of me