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She arches up to greet me.
My dick is all like, hey girl, hey there.
But my heart wants everything to slow down.
Now comes the moment beyond the crown, beyond prom, beyond everything as I shakily pull back from her and stand.
She frowns.
“What’s wrong?” More like, what’s right.
I fumble like a total idiot as I reach into the pocket of my almost kicked off black pants and hold out the Tiffany’s box.
Harper’s eyes widen.
“Um, I’m not ready for”
“Like I would propose during prom.” I laugh and want to kiss her even harder for the panicked look in her eyes that also tells me if it was a ring, she’d say yes.
“I’m fancier than that.” She bites down on her lower lip as it trembles.
“So what is this?”
“A promise,’ I say, obsessed with the way her eyes well up with tears, tears for me, tears for us, probably tears over the shit year we’ve had to go through in order to get to this moment.
“To love you forever despite all the cunts that want to keep us apart.
To be the person you rely on, you love, you fight with, and sometimes fuck when you want to fight.” I add in for good measure.
“To be yours the way you’ve been mine when I was too stupid to even realize what was right in front of me.” I open the box.
She gasps.
hold out the small braceleton the inside, it says my mystery girl forever, my love.
I show it to her.
The minute it’s on her wrist, I’m getting pinned onto the bed, clothes go flying, I don’t even know my own name as she rakes her nails down my chest like she wants to fucking mark me.
let out a yell when her nails dig into my pants in an effort to jerk them the rest of the way down.
We nearly hit our heads together as she finally gets the rest of my clothes off.
And then she’s grabbing my cock and riding me.
I’m in heaven.
Complete bliss mode as she grabs my hands and puts them on her tits, her body moves back and forth, and I’m drugged, so fucking drugged the building could burn around us, and I’d still be like, oh look, a fire, that’s weird.
She’s fucking aggressive, her hips slamming against mine, my head actually hits the back of the headboard, and I’m so turned on I want to throw her against the wall and ugly fuck like the type of fucking where you know there may be bruising, but you don’t give a shit because it’s passion and love all tied up into one perfect moment.
Her lips part.
I want to last.
I truly do.
I want to be that guy who just flips her over and goes for hours, but I can’t, not when I see the bracelet on her wrist, not when I see the bliss on her face, and not when I feel the perfection of being inside her.
“Harper, I whisper her name, and I’m done, so done that I just let her ride me out until she screams out Easton.
And It smile.
That’s my name.
My name bitches.
Mine.
Just like she’s mine.
How did I get so lucky? I keep thinking of these things as we get up the next day and stumble around the room.
I take one last drag of the champagne that’s been open all night and wince.
“Could have just grabbed water.” She laughs.
“This just hits different,’ I rasp.
“Plus, we’re celebrating, right?” She holds out her wrist and giggles.
“Right.” An hour later, we’re all at Denny’s eating a shit ton of eggs, bacon, pancakes, and attempting to rally after a long night of partying.
Quite honestly, after we had sex me and Harper stayed up, we talked, we watched another movie, and the last thing I remember was her falling asleep in my arms.
It was perfect.
She’s perfect.
It almost scares me thinking about how I could have missed her or missed what we have now.
l reach across the booth and squeeze her hand.
She looks down then up at me.
“You okay?”
“More than okay.” I lean in for a kiss and pull back with a scowl when Aisha and Blake walk in and grab a booth right next to us.
“Seriously, even after all of the shit that went down?” Blake doesn’t make eye contact, but Aisha? She fucking puts her hand around his waist and basically owns him as they sit in the booth and order.
“Suspicious, Ryan says in a hushed whisper.
“Why would he even still be with her? Especially after he took that other chick to prom last night.”
“Maybe she has something on him?”
Sadie offers up.
Harper frowns.
“I thought…
sorry, I don’t know what I thought, but like didn’t he say he was done with her? For real done?”
“Yeah,”
I say.
“Same.” Aisha looks over her shoulder and winks, then wraps an arm around an uncomfortable looking Blake all before she grabs a sip of water and leans in.
He pales.
And then looks like he’s ready to throw something as he looks over at us and waves, then gets back to chatting it up with enemy number one.
“Something’s off.” I frown.
“Very off.” And as much as I want to say it’s all Aisha, there’s something about the way Blake is sitting next to her, almost like she has him, that has me wondering what the hell he’s done to make her own him like a bitch.
Harper
“Oh my God, I don’t want to be here” Sadie groans, leaning her head on my shoulder.
I pat the top of her head.
“Only a couple more weeks, and then it’s over forever.”
“No more high school,” Ryan adds as he joins us.
We’re standing in front of our lockers, waiting for the bell to ring to start our day.
One of our last days of high school.
This moment is totally surreal.
“It just feels so pointless, going to class.
We’re graduating in mere days.
Why do we even have to be here?”
Sadie goes to stand beside Ryan, sliding her arms around him and resting her head on his chest.
“I have a suggestionlet’s ditch.”
“We can’t ditch, Ryan says, kissing her hair.
“If they catch us, no grad trip for us.”
“And you’re not missing out on that,” I warn her.
“I cant go to Disneyland without you.
Who will go on the Peter Pan ride with me?”
“I’m your Tinkerbell.” Sadie smiles, pressing her lips against Ryan’s chest before she lets him go and takes a step back to stand next to me, bumping her shoulder against mine.
“It’s going to be so epic.”
“What’s going to be epic?”
Easton asks, coming right in between us and sliding his arms around mine and Sadie’s shoulders.
It warms my heart that my boyfriend is so good to my best friend.
Yes, sometimes they have their moments but for the most part, they get along.
And I love it.
“Senior grad night,” Sadie tells Easton.
“Disneyland, here we come.”
“Only a few more days,” I sing song, extra excited.
“You told him, right?” Sadie asks, glancing over at Easton.
His brows draw together as he turns to me.
“Told me what?”
“We’ve…never been to Disneyland before,’ I admit.
Easton glances over at Ryan.
“For real?” Ryan nods.
“For real.”
“Your parents never took you guys to Disneyland ever? Not even when you were little kids?”
Easton’s voice goes low as he nuzzles my hair.
I shake my head.
“They never really had the money.
It’s expensive.”
The sympathy in Easton’s gaze is unwanted, but I do love how he kisses me and whispers,
“We’re going to have the best time.”
“I can’t wait to take you on my favorite ride!” Sadie squeals as she slips from under Easton’s arm and goes back to my brother, gripping the front of his T-shirt.
“Pirates of the Caribbean is so much fun.”
“My favorite is Space Mountain,’ Easton says.
“Oh and the Haunted Mansion.” Sadie makes a dismissive noise.
“That ride always breaks down.”
“It’s still cool, though.” Easton tucks me into his body, pressing his mouth on my forehead.
“It was my favorite when I was a kid.” My heart squeezes.
I love thinking about little Easton.
He must’ve been the absolute cutest.
“Aw.”
“We are going to have so much fun,” Sadie says.
“I can’t wait.”
“What are you guys talking about?” Blake appears, glancing around at each of us.