Chapter 25
Harper
I can’t stop staring at Easton’s lips. They’re complete perfection, and my skin grows warm when I remember what they feel like pressed against my own.
As if he can read my mind, he does exactly that, his mouth landing on mine before I can protest, before I can do anything but kiss him back. I grab hold of the front of his shirt, pulling him in closer versus pushing him away and he wraps his arms around me, crushing me to him as he deepens the kiss.
We‘re out in public. On campus. Anyone could see us. He’s taking a risk to his reputation, being seen kissing me.
But it doesn’t seem to matter to him. He’s too busy stroking my tongue with his. Deepening the kiss, his hand coming up to touch my face, his fingers stroking my cheek. My heart flutters at his gentle touch and I have to remind myself this means nothing. He’s just-I don’t know.
Kissing me. For no apparent reason.
“Meet me after school,” he says once we end the kiss. His forehead is pressed against mine, our harsh breaths mingling together. “We can figure out who did this to your locker.”
“Why do you want to help me?” I swallow hard when his thumb streaks across my bottom lip.
“You’re my best friend’s sister. Why wouldn’t I want to help you?” His hand drops from my face and he pulls away from me, taking a big step backwards. Like he needs the space. “I’ll drive you home.”
I shake my head. “I’m riding with Ryan, like I always do.”
“Not today. You’re riding with me.”
“How am I supposed to explain that to my brother?” Ryan is currently pissed at Easton too since I brought up his name this morning to Mr. Rose.
“I’ll take care of him,” Easton says with all that confidence I can’t help but admire. “Just say yes, Harper. Let me help you.”
Slowly I nod, dropping my gaze so I stare at my feet. This is so weird. And confusing. Exhilarating.
Wonderful.
Having Easton’s unwavering attention is something I’m not used to. Him wanting to help me?
Not used to that either.
“I’ll talk to Ryan,” he says. “But I need you to vouch for me too. Tell him I didn’t do it.”
He starts walking and I follow beside him, my heart racing, but not
from his nearness. No, now I’m nervous over convincing my brother Easton is innocent. “I told him I thought it was you.”
Easton comes to a stop and so do I, the both of us facing each other. “Tell him you were wrong.”
“You really didn’t do it?” I have to ask again and I don’t know why. Reassurance maybe?
He slowly shakes his head. “I didn’t do it. I don’t know who did either. Have you pissed anyone off lately?”
“You think it’s a hell hole too?” I hate school. I know some people love high school-Sadie for one-but I find it the ultimate misery. I’ve never had an easy time making friends. I’m too quiet. Too into reading and homework and whatever else. I want to get good grades so I can go to a good college and get out of here. I wouldn’t
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The readers' comments on the novel: You’re Mine by Penny Brooks
Thank you for this book. I connected very much with Harper, although my happily ever after was years after high school and not someone I went to school with. I cried for Harpers pain, and the bullying she went through. (I went through that too) I cried for just how much Easton loved and tried to protect Harper..... heck I even wanted to jump into the pages to knock out Blake and Aisha.... (sad thing those people really do exist). I felt pride for Harper when she stood up for herself against Aisha. This book made me feel so many feelings. Thank you, and I'm so glad the happily ever after I was praying for from the start happened to that sweet, quiet, awkward, girl. Just thank you....