You’re Mine

Chapter 181

Harper

"I can't believe it's prom,” I say to Sadie as we stand in front of the sink in Easton's bathroom, putting on some last—minute touches to our makeup before the limo takes us to the pre—prom dinner.

“Neither can I.” She adds lip gloss, and then starts fluffing her hair.

“I really didn't think this year was going to turn out this way.

I mean, you know I've always been in love with your brother.

But us ending up together, like we are now, I don’t think I saw that coming.” “Um, hello, I certainly didn’t see Easton and I together either.

To be honest, I didn’t see myself with anyone.” And that somehow, I was going to die a virgin. Sigh.

“I always saw you with Easton,” she says, facing me, waiting for me to turn toward her, which I do.

"I remember that little bikini you wore the day of your Halloween party and how all I wanted was for him to notice you.” That's a party I will never forget.

A party that changed my whole life in every way.

“Except he didn't,” I say, rolling my eyes.

“He probably didn’t even know I was at that party ..

or that Ryan even had a twin sister."

She gently slaps my shoulder.

“Stop it, he knew exactly who you were and he thought you were hot AF.” “Now you're just lying ...” “Harp,” she starts, and I know a lecture is on its way.

“You're the most gorgeous person I know.

I promise he saw you.

I promise he thought about you.

And I promise he never made the moves on you because he knew Ryan would disassemble his body— like Dexter style.” I smile, because the truth is, it doesn't matter.

He’s mine now.

And nothing, not even college, will break us apart. Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

“I hate that you're always right,” I say, laughing.

She takes the tube of lip gloss she just put on and starts dabbing the wand against my lips.

“Now they're red hot and glossy.” “Easton's face is going to look like a crime scene the moment I kiss him.” She giggles.

“That's the problem with red, but with that dress” —she leans back, so she can check me out—it’s a must.

You're a freaking knockout, girl.

I'll be surprised if Easton doesn't kick us out of the limo and try to fuck you in it.” I release a long, pent —up breath, thinking of hot, leathery seats and music playing through the speakers, and that wickedly sexy black suit he has on.

Easton dressed up is now one of my favorite sights ever.

“Oh God, I hope he does.” She holds out her hand and I grab it.

“Come on, let’s go downstairs, I think everyone is getting ready to leave.” With our fingers linked, I follow her out of Easton's room and down the staircase where the guys are waiting for us.

“Ready?” Easton says, his hand on my lower back, his eyes practically devouring me.

“Yep.” He rubs his lips over my cheek, like he’s inhaling me.

“Everyone is outside, so we'll say good—bye to your parents and then take off.

Sound good?” I nod, releasing Sadie’s hand to clasp my fingers around Easton's and I follow him into the living room where my parents are chatting with his.

The moment we join them, their voices die out, and they all turn toward us.

“My little girl, you look so incredibly stunning,” my mom says, gazing at me first, and then at our entire group.

“All of you do.” She holds up her camera.

“One last picture, scrunch together.” The four of us wrap our arms around each other and smile, the flash going off several times before we stand straight and resume our normal pose.

“You guys be good tonight,” my dad says.

"No trouble—remember that.” He looks at Easton as he speaks.

“You have our word,” Easton replies.

“You have money, your phones, everything you need?” Easton’s dad asks.

Easton nods and taps his pocket.

“We're all set.” “Then, we'll see you tomorrow,” Easton’s mom says, smiling.

We give them all hugs and we leave through the front door, our senior class all starting to get into the limos and cars they'd brought to Easton's house.

“You guys finally ready?” Blake asks, him and his date are waiting for us by the front door, his impatience clear as day.

"Jesus, you took long enough.” “It’s my fault,” I tell him.

“Sadie and I needed lip gloss and to hug my mom.” “Whatever.” He shrugs.

“Let's go, I need a drink.” He shows us the flask he has in his suit pocket.

"That makes two of us,” Easton says, flashing the one he’s packed in his pocket.

“Our ride is over there,” he adds, pointing to our limo.

Easton’s hand lowers down my back as we walk over to the limo.

When he reaches the top of my butt, a heat begins to move across my skin.

“I want your fucking ass,” he growls, just loud enough for me to hear.

Goosebumps move across my skin as his lips press against my neck.

"You feel so fucking good, Harper.” His compliments never get old.

My body responds each time, his words like fire as they move through me.

“Limo sex,” I whisper.

“Mmm.” He squeezes my ass.

“Fuck yes.” We round the comer and walk around the back of the limo to the side where the driver is holding the door open for us.

But something makes Easton stop and a strange look comes across his face.

“What the fuck?"

he shouts.

I follow his eyes to the rear windshield and that’s when my heart stops.

When my stomach churns.

When my eyes immediately begin to fill.

Words are spray painted across the glass—just like they were on the lockers and the cars and the bathroom mirror at school.

Words that are about me.

RED IS THE PERFECT COLOR FOR A WHORE.

“I'm going to fucking kill someone,” Easton hisses.

“Oh God,” I sob, my eyes tracing the lines of the letters, my lips quivering as the meaning really begins to sink in.

“Harper?” Sadie says from a few feet behind us, “what's wrong?” And then she stops directly in back of me, gripping my shoulders as she realizes what we're looking at.

“Oh fuck no! It's prom, how could they? No! Just no!” “Who did this?” Ryan seethes.

“Who fucking did this to my sister?” *Man,” Blake groans.

“This is so fucked up.

I'm so sorry, Harper.” “I'm going to murder someone at prom!"

Easton shouts.

“I'm going to fucking wreck whoever did this.” Why? FUCKING WHY? I know they're going to ruin my makeup, but I can't hold them in.

Like Sadie said, it’s prom.

It's our last celebration before graduation.

And now ...

this is the memory I'll hold onto forever.