Chapter 3
Harper
I’m staring out the small bathroom window like aplete peeper, watching Easton
Always with my eyes on Easton.
He’s drinking a lot tonight, and he doesn’t seem happy. There’s pain etched in his features, shading his
eyes. There’s no smile on that perfect mouth, and he’s greedy with the tequ bottle, not willing to
share it. I watch as he tips it back, his throat moving as he swallows, and I’m fascinated.
Who knew drinking could be so sexy?
Ryan talks to Sadie. I’m sure he’s asking her to do something for him. He’s so awful to her. I tell her
over and over again she’s wasting her time, but she won’t listen to me. Guess that’ll be a lesson she
has to learn for herself.
It’s not Sadie who runs the errand for my brother though. It’s Easton who rises from his chair, his tall,
powerful frame moving with ease as he makes his way toward our crappy little house. Wincing, I
consider making a run for it so I can hide out in my bedroom, but it’s like I can’t move.
My gaze is fixed on him.
He pauses right in front of the window I’m standing in front of, and I’ve never been more grateful for the
opaque ss that makes it so no one can see through it from the outside. He won’t be able to see me,
thank goodness.
But I can see him.
Up close, he’s even more gorgeous. Tanned skin stretches over bulging muscles. His chest is smooth,
his pecs developed and those six pack abs are utterly lickable. The thought alone makes me blush,
because I can’t imagine putting my tongue anywhere on Easton’s body
Wait a minute. That’s crap. I can imagine putting my tongue everywhere on Easton’s body, and I bet
he’d enjoy every second of it. I know I would
Withholding the sigh that wants to escape, I watch as he chats with a pretty girl who’s a year younger
than us. She’s barely dressed in that ck string bikini she’s got on, and she’s thrusting her chest out
toward Easton as if silently demanding he look at it. There’s not even a flicker of interest on his face
and I can tell she’s disappointed. To the point that she leaves in a huff, and he enters the
house.
Oh crap. He’s in my house.
My brother may be Easton’s best friend, but he neveres over here. More like Ryan is always over
at Easton’s house. One of our parents is usually always here, and considering we’re not one of the rich
kids like everyone else, we don’t like having a lot of people over. Though my friends doe over on
asion.
Never Ryan’s though. It’s as if he’spletely ashamed of the ce. I guess I can’t me him.
I contemte leaving the bathroom so I can dart upstairs, but what if Easton catches sight of me? I’d
rather wait it out here first.
No way is heing into the bathroom. No one has trieding in for thest five minutes. People
might not even know this bathroom exists
There’s a knock on the door and a gasp escapes me. I keep my gaze fixed on the yard outside,
gripping the edge of the windowsill before! dare to turn around. The door opens at the exact same
moment as I turn, and I wait in breathless anticipation to see who it is just before the lights go out.
I blink into the darkness. What the hell? Why would they flick off the lights?
The door shuts, but I know I’m not
alone. I can sense someone is in the room with me. There’s a quiet snicking sound. The turn of a lock.
Something heavy is set on the bathroom counter.
Suddenly, I can smell him. Men’s cologne. Warm, masculine skin.
A boy is in the bathroom.
But who?
There’s screaming outside and I’m about to turn back toward the window so I can see what’s going on
when he speaks.
“Did the power go out?”
A chill runs down my spine. I know that voice. Holy shit.
“Are you the little spy who was watching me in the window?” he asks, his head terribly close to mine.
So close, I can feel the huff of his breath against my cheek when he speaks.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say primly.
“Mmm hmm.” He presses his body into mine and I reach for the windowsill, holding on tight. I can feel
every inch of him mold against me, and I wonder if he knows who I am
Or if he just does this sort of thing to random girls in the dark.
I don’t care. It feels too good to tell
him to stop. Like all of my dreamsing true. And when he reaches around me, his strong arms
boxing me in, his hands settling on the windowsill beside mine, I feel as if I’ve died and gone to heaven.
“I wasn’t spying on you,” I tell him, hating how my voice trembles.
“But you were watching me,” he says. “You have the unfair advantage, you know.”
I close my eyes when I feel his face nuzzle my neck. What in the world? “How’s that?”
I don’t even know how I was able to ask that question just now, and sound so normal.
“You know who I am.” His mouth moves against my neck and I grip the windowsill even tighter. “And !
don’t know who you are.”
“You know me,” I tell him, flirting.
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“Hmm.” He shifts closer, his hands leaving the window to settle on my hips. Whoa. “I know you’re not
wearing much.”
“It’s a pool party,” I protest.
He runs his hands up my sides, achingly slow. “I know you’ve got smooth skin.”
I say nothing in response. I’m too attuned to the way he’s touching
me, how he moves behind me. The heat from his chest, the chill of his still damp swim trunks. With the
lights out, I can focus on him and nothing else. He’s making my head spin.
“You going to tell me your name?” he whispers, his fingers back at my hips, toying with the ties on my
bikini bottoms. One quick flick and he’d have them undone.
I slowly shake my head, afraid to ruin it when he finds out who I am.
“Guess I’ll have to figure out who you are in other ways.” His hands tighten on my hips, slowly forcing
me to turn.
And face him.