You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Chapter 169

Harper

He's acting weirder than normal.

My eyes narrow as Easton stares into his spaghetti then looks up at me like he's trying to figure something out.

I frown.

"So, Harper his dad says, "what are your plans next year?" Easton shifts in his seat while I reach across and put my hand on his thigh.

“Honestly, I'm not sure.

I got accepted into San Jose State, so I'll probably go there.” "Ah, congrats"

His dad raises his wine glass.

"Might be hard being away from Easton, huh?" Talk about stating the obvious.

He drinks his red wine, tossing it back in two sips before setting his empty glass back down and looking between us.

"If it's supposed to work.

It will"

That's it.

That's all he says before getting up; even Easton's mom is grinning at us like her smile is either frozen, or she's trying to look encouraging.

Nothing about their expressions are helpful, nor do they make me feel better about my life right now.

"Easton.."

His mom stands and spreads her hands wide across her black designer skirt.

Even her makeup is perfect, her lipstick still somehow on after eating dinner, her smile white, and her dark hair pulled back into a low bun that just manages to look both pretty and classy at the same time.

"Why dont you and Harper watch a movie or something? Use the last few months you have together before school.” Her smile is genuine, but my gut still sinks to my feet as Easton stands and holds out his hand.

We walk toward the living room, and then he tugs me down the hall into the theater room, and we walk inside.

He says nothing as he grabs the remote and turns on Netflix.

He presses play on Red Notice and snatches a blanket from the little basket next to the wet bar, then curses under his breath and goes back, grabbing a bottle of expensive whiskey and slumping into a seat holding his arms out like he wants me to sit on his lap.

I do.

I sit there.

how hard he

feel how sad he

is handed

back; we do this for at least five minutes, each of us getting buzzed as

neither of us are

one that exists without us together in it, at least that's

He can't leave.

I cant leave.

fake a fight and break my heart in order to stop the pain from leaving my

I would let him because of his love for

whisper his name; I taste it on my tongue and wonder what it would be like years from

dont want to imagine that

my

aren't tangled,

bleeding

shot and then told that there's nothing you can do to stop the wound; that's what it feels like sitting on his lap and imagining a world where we

dramatic, and then

do it.”

going to do?"

love you no

love for you-" I smile to myself "—isn't

the size

my dick?" "Very funny.” For some reason,

to me

grab it really

parents are

Typical.

For some reason.

from the pain and check

"SHIT!" I yell.

stumble away from him and start to

you okay? What's going on? What?"

I'm yelling and jumping.

got in!”

"Right!" He laughs.

San Jose, you little

He freezes.

jumping

pulled into his

wondering why I would ever want to

he kisses me hard “—amazing!" Tears stream

"My dream college"

in a way that says, follow them but know that I wish I was there with

he was my