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.

“What is it?” I lean in to kiss

sick a

went on antibiotics,”

so?” “I've heard that can make birth control less

“Maybe that’s what happened.

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

the mood.” “I can't stop thinking that

one hundred percent foolproof, are they? We probably should’ve bought some other ones, just in case,” he says absently, his gaze growing distant, as if he’s lost in

the box,” I

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

your period.” Another sigh

you’re ruining the mood.” “And I can’t stop thinking about the possibility of us

I agree, realizing I'm not

Oh well.

spending

Kissing him.

about Santa’s daughter and how she’s helping a

Easton is enjoying

needs

a whirlwind of

his shoulder, silently

sit like this forever

wrapped up in a throw blanket, watching the

should get you home.” “Yeah.” I don’t

me back to my house, my mind full of crazy

if I

move in

know he'd take