You’re Mine by Penny Brooks

Chapter 183

Harper

I know he’s pissed.

God knows I was ready to tear someone apart—but this is prom, it’s our night, our moment, and I'll murder anyone who comes between Easton and me.

I know he’s being protective, and he’s just angry on my behalf, but I need him to focus on the happy because, after this moment, we don't have a lot of days left at school, and while I can't wait to go to college and get out of this hell hole, these are still Moments we'll never have back again.

Who knew I'd be at prom with Easton reminiscing over stupid moments? Not this girl.

I take a deep breath after we have a few dances, my slinky red dress makes me feel so sexy, and the fact that Easton bought it for me and wanted me to dress like this for him gives me chills, he's the best, truly.

And he deserves to know that.

“Terrifying,” he whispers in my ear, pulling me back against him.

“What is?” “That look in your eyes.

You plotting someone's murder?” Ilean back against him, loving the way it feels to be held by him as people dance all around us, the music seems to get louder and louder.

“You're safe, don't worry.” “Because I was.

Worried, that is.” He laughs, his fingertips dance up and down my arms, and it's funny because I don't even think he realizes that he's doing it.

Damn, we're officially in a relationship.

The couple that moves around each other like they're in orbit.

And I love it.

I sigh as our principal taps the mic and holds up the cards for prom king and queen.

I try not to tense, but I can't help it.

Despite everyone wanting to throttle her, Aisha is most likely going to win.

And Easton? Who the hell else would he even compete with? Ryan? Blake? No offense to both of thern, but they would never win over Easton.

Which means that he and Aisha get to dance.

And I get to watch.

Suddenly my night doesn't seem so magical.

myself for

looks so annoyed I almost feel for him as people boo that the music has stopped and that

he wasn't such an ass, he’d have

the worst,” Easton

high?” “You're going to win.” I turn in his arms and press a kiss to his neck, his cologne is a mixture of sweet spices that make

we can't go get high.” “You're killing me.” He runs his hands

“Come on, Harp—"

principal

\jump away from Easton.

he calling my name? Everyone's cheering, and Sadie rushes

is going on? “YOU WON

glance at the stage where our principal looks bored out of his mind as he holds up

Wait.

shoves me while

walk to the stage,

expect Aisha to trip me when I walk by her

from her, then again, I stole

I smile to myself.

I can't help it.

when I get on stage, and the

name is next, I just

So when it’s announced.

I'm waiting

crown goes on

He tums to me.

dance?” "Is this real?” “Come on, Cinderella...”

on the dance floor then party, then fuck, then party again, like in that order.” “Wait,

my side.” “And

the middle of the dance floor like every

Weeknd , and it feels more sexy than

me around and

People clap.

like a teen

as Easton adjusts my crown only

and suddenly the music shifts into Doja Cat,

by as we dance, but we're having the time of our lives as we

It’s crazy.

This is actually crazy.

keep adjusting my crown since I’ve been

starts playing, and I