You’re Mine by Penny Brooks novel Chapter 40

Chapter 40

Harper

I really need to stop following Easton into dark corners and closets, and he really needs to stop giving me mixed signals.

I’m still pissed about the other day.

And even angrier that it feels like he’s toying with me because he knows he can. Am I really that weak of a person?

Am I that girl?

I hate that girl.

Everyone does

I pull away from him after biting down on his lower lip, tasting him, and wanting to inflict violence on his person for no reason other than a warning.

He flinches when I pull back.

His bottom lip is red from where I bit him and so enticing that I suddenly get a glimpse into what drug addiction is all about and why they teach you to never try anything once.

I tried Easton.

And now I’m in a friggin closet when I should be eating my lunch.

His hands move to my hips.

Everything pulses inside my body, my blood, my heartbeat.

His eyes are crazed, like he’s not himself.

“God, did you see her today?” Aisha’s voice sounds from outside the closet. Her

locker is close by. I just assumed she’d be eating her carrots then throwing them up like the rest of the cheer squad.

“Ugh, don’t get me started. I feel so bad for Easton. It’s almost like he has to babysit her because he’s Ryan’s best friend.” It sounds like Julia, but it could be Court too. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, good for Easton. He’s doing his charity work, but, damn, he has a life too.”

“I know!” Aisha sounds annoyed. “I mean, I guess I’d be jealous if he hasn’t been giving me so much attention lately…well that and we kind of, you know…a few months ago, you don’t sample the goods…” She laughs. “Then fuck the help.”

| squeeze my eyes shut. Embarrassment washes over me.

“You’re so right.” Whoever she is repeats. “It’s only a matter of time before you guys are exclusive.”

“I’ll take him however I can have him-we’re meant to be.”

Easton curses under his breath and pulls away from me.

Wait, is he actually conflicted?

Upset?

He’s not even freaking denying anything!

We stare into each other’s eyes and I can’t read his face, but I suddenly don’t want to be in a closet with him anymore. I don’t want to be in the same school or on the same planet with him.

If he really felt something for me, wouldn’t he just roll his eyes and shake his head? Or at least bust out of the closet and call her out?

Yet he’s doing nothing.

His eyes are still holding mine.

“And you are?” Is this guy for real right now? The same one who said he just fucks, that this, whatever this is, means nothing, is giving me guy advice?

“Warn me? You‘re warning…me?” I repeat. “Do you hear yourself? Since when have we been friends, Easton?”

“And you,” I shove his chest. “I suppose you want something different, oh wait…”| snap my fingers. “You’re not my brother.”