You’re Mine by Penny Brooks
Chapter 21

Chapter 21

Harper

His kiss is brutal. Punishing. Like he’s mad that it's me, even though I'veneither confirmed nor denied his accusation.

That's what his words felt like-an accusation. I don't think he's pleasedto discover that I'm the one he keeps kissing in dark corners at parties.Yet he's also the guy who felt me up in a janitor's closet and got me offwith a few precise strokes of his fingers.

A shiver steals through me at the

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memory. Or maybe the shiver was caused by the way his tongue justslid against mine

I reach between us, resting my hands on his broad chest. His skin is sowarm beneath the fabric of his shirt, and his muscles are firm. Hard.He's hard all over. I'm tempted to pull him closer, but I come to mysenses at the last second and shove him with all my might

His mouth detaches from mine and he stumbles backwards, a dazedlook on his face as he drinks me in. "What the fuck?”

“We can't keep doing this,” I say.

“Right. Funny how we do keep doing it. Because you're her,” he

states.

“Who's her?” I'm still playing

stupid.

Easton shakes his head. “Don’t try and fake me out. I recognize yourscent”

“I bought it at a store every girl know shops at.” That isn't a lie. Dozensof us could be wearing this lotion right now.

“It's you.” His gravelly voice sends ripples of awareness down my spine.I don't like how he's looking_at me. As if he can see right through me.“You can protest all

you want, but I know it's you.”

We stare at each other, the air growing charged between us the longerwe say nothing. I tear my gaze from his first storming away from him,grateful I don't hear him chasing after me.

But I'm also sad he didn't chase after me either.

One more period, I remind myself as I put one foot in front of the otherand make my way to the classroom. Less than one hour until I can leavethis place. I'll go home and pretend today never happened. Hopefully,Easton will leave me alone for good, once he realizes what exactlywe've done.

Liar, says the little voice in my brain. You're dying for him to touch youagain. Kiss you again. Make good on his promise to use his mouth onyou...

My skin warms. He made that vow when he knew it was me, whichmakes no sense. I don't understand him. He hates me, he wants totouch me. He thinks I'm a hideous troll, he wants to make me come.

I don't understand him.

Striding into class, I plop into my seat, wariness zipping up my spinewhen I witness Blake spot me and make his way over to my desk,settling into the one next to mine.

“You okay?”

Igape at him, surprised at the tenderness in his tone, the way he'swatching me as if he actually cares.

“I'm fine,” I say once I clear my throat.

“Oh. Well. You look-flustered. Your cheeks are red.”

No way can I tell him why.

“Easton still giving you shit?”

That's one way to put it.

“Because if he is, I'll take that asshole out. I mean it, Harper. I don'tknow why he’s suddenly got such a hard on for you, but if you

want me to take care of him, I will.” Blake's voice is ferocious, as is thegleam in his eyes.

“No, he's not giving me any problems.” That's the truth. I definitelydon't mind what Easton is doing to me. “And I don't need you to fightmy battles, Blake. I can handle Easton on my own.”

Blake squints at me. “You sure about that? Every time I see you twotogether, he’s doing his damnedest to tear you down while you standthere and just take it. He makes you cry, Harp, and that shit ain’t cool.”Why does Blake suddenly want to run to my rescue? I don't get it.What's in it for him? “I'm okay stress. “Really.”

The boy who normally sits next to me in history approaches his desk —the very one where Blake is sitting. “Hey,” he says nervously.

Blake flicks his chin at him. “Sup?”

“You're in my seat.”

“No, I'm not.” Blake smiles. “This desk is mine now.”

“Uhh...”

“You sit over there.” Blake points at the empty desk where he used to sitonly a few minutes ago. “Cool?”

“Yeah.” The boy nods. His name is

Char31 Daniel. He's harmless. Quiet And currently very nervous. “Cool.”Blake and I watch Daniel walk away, and when he's out of earshot, Blaketurns to me. “I'm sitting by you now. Hope you don’t mind.”

“Why would 1?” I ask weakly. leaning over to unzip my backpack andpull out my history book. I crack it open, glancing over at Blake. He hasno backpack. No book. Not even a pen or pencil clutched between hisfingers

A sigh leaves me. For someone who claims to have one of the highestGPAs in our grade, he doesn't come to class very

prepared.

Our teacher enters the classroom right before the bell rings, pulling thedoor closed. The moment she begins her lecture, I tune her out, mymind filled with the stolen moments in the closet with Easton. Outsidewith Easton when he kissed me. When I shoved him away and theshocked look on his face when I finally-literally pushed back.

I frown. Nothing can happen between us again. Now that he knows it'sactually me, I'm sure reality will settle in and he'll be disgusted withhimself-and me.

It's for the best. We can't keep doing this. We don't make any sense.What's happening in my life right now makes absolutely no sense.Glancing over at Blake, I replace he's watching me, his lips curled into thefaintest smile. I smile at him in return before I quickly look away,confused.

What is going on with these boys anyway? After being invisible for thelast three years, now they notice me? My brother will lose his damnmind if he ever replaces out that both of his best friends are suddenlyshowing interest in his twin sister.

But I'm not going to be the one who tells him.