You’re Mine by Penny Brooks novel Chapter 182

Chapter 182

Easton

“What the fuck!"

It’s all I want to say after the limo's cleaned off and everything is back to normal I mean if you can call having fucking red whore across your limo fucking normal.

Harper's crying and all I want to do is comfort her.

She stiffens.

Oh shit this can't be good.

Suddenly she lifts her head and stares at me, her eyes made of steel.

“No.” “No?” Lask.

*No.” She shakes her head.

“Hell no.

This is our night.” My girl.

This girl.

“It's ours.” I want to repeat again that she’s mine but don't.

“Ours.” She sits back against the leather of the limo her tears drying.

“Ours.” She repeats.

“Ours. Mine. And I'm gonna make it epic.” Meanwhile, she can’t even comprehend how pissed I am, how angry over all of this.

It’s complete bullshit! I try to keep my voice down and nearly stutter as I try to agree.I grab the flask from my jacket and start chugging, knowing full well that I'll probably be wasted before the night ends because again.

What.

The.

Fuck.

Who the hell does this? Who targets someone as amazing as her? I'm thinking all these things as she reaches across the limo and puts her hand on my thigh.

Her nails are all done, so pretty, her dress is fucking gorgeous.

All I wanted for this night was perfection.

She had such a rough year that it's the least I can give her.

From the limo to the hotel room later, to just everything...

she deserves it—hell, we deserve it, and now it's all ruined because some dumbass decided that they couldn't let us be happy.

My stomach chums as I take another swig.

“Hey.” Harper grabs my face with her hands and presses a kiss to my lips.

“It's fine, it's going to be okay.

Honestly, I'm not even that pissed.” I snort.

“You shouldn't be used to shit like this.” “Oh, 'm not used to it.” She shrugs.

“But I'm with you.

At freaking prom, so forgive me for being happy.

We need to ignore it and figure it out later.” “And now?"

I ask.

“Now, we kiss, we hang out, we have fun, we make memories, we exist, just us, Easton.” “Just us,” I repeat.

“Yup.” She grins like she’s just solved world hunger, and it kind of feels like it as I exhale a shuddery breath and lean in to kiss her cheek.

"You're amazing,” I say.

“Truly fucking amazing.” “lam,” she agrees.

She's so damn cute.

I have this sudden need to bop her on the nose like a lunatic, instead, I just say, "You are.

You've always been.” “Bro...” Ryan claps his hands.

“Not to like interrupt this weird—ass moment but can you at least share the goods?” He holds out his hand.