Chapter 32

Chapter 32

Harper

Sadie!

My heart pounds through my chest as I stare at my best friend, her

mouth hanging open, her eyes so wide they look like they're about to

pop. The books that she was holding are now on the floor, her

expression telling me she dropped them out of shock

I feel the same.

Air is no longer moving through my lungs. My hands shake as they

cling behind Easton's back, my arms around him, our bodies pressing

together.

There's no question in my mind, Sadie saw everything-the way Easton

was ravishing my lips, the placement of his hands, the hunger that's

currently dissolving from my eyes

“I - “I start, looking at Easton, my head jumbled with thoughts, none of

them clear enough aside from how fucked this situation is.

With his gaze on mine, he takes a step back, his lips still wet from our

kiss. “We'll

talk later, Harper.”

He walks down the rest of the history aisle, disappearing around the

corner, leaving me with my best friend who I know is full of questions.

She picks up her books and hugs them to her chest. “I ran into Blake in

the hallway and asked him if he'd seen you, he said I'd find you in here.

I couldn't remember when our Chem homework is due, and I knew

you'd know. Girl, never did I expect to find you lip-locked with Easton.”

Her smile grows. “But hell fucking yes is all I can say.”

I close the distance between us and loop my arm through hers. I lead

her into a

more private corner of the library, where Easton and I should have been

in the first place rather than the middle of a popular aisle.

The truth is, we shouldn't have been making out at all.

Even if I've been enjoying it, I've officially lost my damn mind.

The second we land against the wall, Sadie says, “Spill it, girl. I want

every detail, leave nothing out.”

“You have to promise you won't say a word of this to Ryan.”

Her brows furrow. “Hello, girl code. Duh.”

I sigh. “But you're in love with my brother, so girl code is a little iffy in

this situation.”

She sticks her books in her bag, freeing her hands, which rest against

my shoulders. “I promise-on my life-you have my word.” Her fingers

squeeze. “Harp, you're my best friend, you know I always have your

back and I'd never play you wrong.”

I feel guilty for even mentioning it, but I simply can’t take the risk of

Ryan finding out. He'll kill us and my random pop ins, like when Ryan

walked into Easton's house and found me in the kitchen, won't seem so

random to my brother.

"We've been hooking up-ish.”

She giggles. “It looked a lot more than ish to me.”

Why am I having such a hard time telling Sadie about Easton?

Is it because he's the first guy I've ever done anything with? The first

time I've ever had to have a conversation like this?

Or because the feelings I have for Easton are more serious than I

thought?

I don't know

But I do know this conversation feels as intimate as the places he's

touched on my body.

more private corner of the library, where Easton and I should have been

in the first place rather than the middle of a popular aisle.

The truth is, we shouldn't have been making out at all.

Even if I've been enjoying it, I've officially lost my damn mind.

The second we land against the wall, Sadie says, “Spill it, girl. I want

every detail, leave nothing out.”

“You have to promise you won't say a word of this to Ryan.”

Her brows furrow. “Hello, girl code. Duh.”

I sigh. “But you're in love with my brother, so girl code is a little iffy in

this situation.”

She sticks her books in her bag, freeing her hands, which rest against

my shoulders. “I promise-on my life-you have my word.” Her fingers

squeeze. “Harp, you're my best friend, you know I always have your

back and I'd never play you wrong.”

I feel guilty for even mentioning it, but I simply can’t take the risk of

Ryan finding out. He'll kill us and my random pop ins, like when Ryan

walked into Easton's house and found me in the kitchen, won't seem so

random to my brother.

“We've been hooking up-ish.”

She giggles. “It looked a lot more than ish to me.”

Why am I having such a hard time telling Sadie about Easton?

Is it because he's the first guy I've ever done anything with? The first

time I've ever had to have a conversation like this?

Or because the feelings I have for Easton are more serious than I

thought?

I don't know.

But I do know this conversation feels as intimate as the places he's

touched on my body

more private corner of the library, where Easton and I should have been

in the first

place rather than the middle of a popular aisle.

The truth is, we shouldn't have been making out at all.

Even if I've been enjoying it, I've officially lost my damn mind.

The second we land against the wall, Sadie says, “Spillit, girl. I want

every detail, leave nothing out.”

“You have to promise you won't say a word of this to Ryan.”

Her brows furrow. “Hello, girl code. Duh.”

I sigh. “But you're in love with my brother, so girl code is a little iffy in

this situation.”

She sticks her books in her bag, freeing her hands, which rest against

my shoulders. “I promise-on my life-you have my word.” Her fingers

squeeze. “Harp, you're my best friend, you know I always have your

back and I'd never play you wrong.”

I feel guilty for even mentioning it, but I simply can’t take the risk of

Ryan finding out. He'll kill us and my random pop ins, like when Ryan

walked into Easton's house and found me in the kitchen, won't seem so

random to my brother.

“We've been hooking up-ish.”

She giggles. “It looked a lot more than ish to me.”

Why am I having such a hard time telling Sadie about Easton?

Is it because he's the first guy I've ever done anything with? The first

time I've ever had to have a conversation like this?

Or because the feelings I have for Easton are more serious than I

thought?

I don't know.

But I do know this conversation feels as intimate as the places he's

touched on my body.

I check both sides of the enclosed area, making sure no one has joined

us. With the coast clear, I add, “It hasn't been going on for very long

and honestly, there isn't much to tell, just a few occasions

“A few? And you haven't told me about any of them?” She gently

pushes my shoulder. “You dirty girl, how have you been keeping this

from me?”

The guilt is eating me up inside.

“I've just been so worried that Ryan-and the rest of the school-is going

to find out. Please don't be upset, Sadie. I need you now more than

ever."

Her fingers play with the ends of my hair. “You've always had a crush on

him, but something tells me this is more.”

We don't have the kind of friendship where I even have to answer, she

can read my thoughts, and I watch them register on her face.

“This is the real deal-your first love. He better not hurt you.”

“It's too late for that.”

Her eyes widen. T'Il kill him

“I'm just saying he has the power to.” i take a breath, knowing he's

already hurt me, but if I tell Sadie that, she'll kill him, and then she'll

most definitely tell Ryan. “We both know Easton doesn't do

relationships. Besides, he's Ryan's best friend. Can't you see where this

is going? And how it's going to end?”

“Harper, there must be a way.”

The bell rings, signaling we have five minutes to get to class, and I still

have to stop at my locker to get my books for next period.

“I don't see how. First, we'd have to convince Easton to settle down and

after

conquering that impossible task, we'd have to convince Ryan not to

murder the both of us.”

“I'll take care of Ryan.”

“Really?” I search her face. “And how do you plan to do that?"

A grin creeps across her mouth again. “Ryan and I have been talking

more.”

“Like talking, talking?”

She shrugs. “I guess we've both been keeping secrets from each other.”

I grab her hand, locking our pinkies together, something we've done

since we were kids. “No more secrets?”

“Promise.”

“Then, I need to hear all the details about where you and Ryan are

headed-minus the stuff that will make me want to dry heave.”

“Deal.”

I glance down at my watch, seeing I only have three minutes to get to

Spanish class. “I've got to go. I'll see you after school?”

She nodded, “TlI give you a ride home.”

I release our grip and hurry into the stairwell. I haven't descended more

than a few steps when I feel someone behind me.

Someone who causes tingles to erupt across my entire body.

Someone whose scent wraps around my nose, like hands circling my

waist.

I look over my shoulder, my eyes connecting with Easton's. “You're

following me now?”

He huffs. “You wouldn't be so lucky.”

I stop at the landing, and he halts only feet away. “What do you want?”

“Is Sadie going to keep her mouth shut?”

"Of course.”

“What did you tell her?”

He isn't acting paranoid, more like he’s scanning the cards in his hand,

getting to know each possible play.

My eyes narrow as I take in his lips, remembering how they tasted when

we kissed. “There really isn't anything to tell her. Right?”

“Right.” He points at the pocket that's holding my phone. “You can tell

her that you've now saved Blake's number in your phone.”

“Why would I bring that up?”

A smirk spreads across his handsome face. “I just think it's funny ...” He

moves in closer now that it's only the two of us in the stairwell. “You

have his number saved, but not the guy whose mouth has been all over

your body.”

I feel weak, like his tongue is slowly licking across my breasts.

"Easton-"I start, my voice cut off when he rushes down the remaining

stairs, leaving me completely alone.