Chapter 5


    Harper


    I can definitely see what I have done to him.


    Oh my God, his dick is huge.


    Massive.


    I’ll never be able to handle it.


    If I ever even get the chance to have it.


    He thrust those hips against me so smoothly, my eyes nearly crossed. And the way the boy kisses…it’s


    as if I’ve died and I’m floating on a white, fluffy cloud,


    only brought to life by his persuasive lips and delicious tongue. All that hip grinding and wandering


    hands and the heavy, hot breaths against my skin.


    I’m practically a pile of sweaty goo on our bathroom floor.


    No wonder people go on and on about sex. What I just experienced was freaking amazing, and it was


    merely a simple kissing session.


    But I don’t care that he doesn’t want to leave, he needs to. Someone else coulde knocking on the


    door or the lights could turn on at any second. What would happen then? Would Easton still feel the


    same way if he saw


    who I was? Would he freak out that he’s been making out with his best friend’s sister?


    I don’t know.


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    I also don’t want to take the chance of finding out.


    I want to remember this night just like this, with my skin on fire and lips stinging and swollen and the


    memory of him telling me how hot my body is.


    “Easton…” I start, finding his waist, touching his chiseled muscles, my fingers getting lost in the


    grooves between each ab. I open my mouth to tell him to leave. I need so badly to say those words, but


    the way his hard-on is pressed against me, the way his body feels so scrumptious under my hands, my


    head is filling with other thoughts.


    Ones that involve him staying and his mouth returning to mine and


    No, Harper


    This has to end.


    Now.


    “Easton,” I attempt again, “you really have to go,” I reinforce, leading him in the dark toward the door.


    His fingers graze my chin. “You’re going to miss my mouth.”


    He’s right about that.


    I suck in some air, giving myself the courage to jumble with the lock, twisting it vertically, the handle


    releasing as I pull it open.


    “Not even a good-bye kiss?” he asks from the doorway.


    One more and I won’t have the strength to push him away. I’ll tug him right back inside and let him


    untie every string of my suit.


    “You already know what my lips taste like,” I say softly, touching them with my free hand. “Now, you can


    dream about them.”


    I gently guide him through the threshold and lock the door,


    s


    sagging my body against it. I take a big, fortifying breath, the quivers leaping in my chest, the tingles


    exploding in my stomach.


    Did that really just happen?


    I’m running my fingers over my lips, reminiscing about the way Easton’s had felt when the lights turn


    on, the brightness so jarring, I cover my eyes


    I can’t believe my luck. If this had happened seconds before, everything would be different. He would


    know it’s me.


    But I’m all alone in here and our kiss is my secret.


    I smile, staring at my reflection in


    the mirror. I’m a mess. My cheeks and chest are flushed a deep pink. My eyes are sparkling. My hair is


    in chaos from his hands.


    My skin grows warmer at the words lingering in my brain.


    His words. His hands.


    All over me.


    There’s a knock on the door and I’m nervous that Easton’s returned.


    “Who is it?” | ask.


    “It’s Sadie, silly, let me in.”


    There’s a frown on her pretty face the moment the door is open. “What happened to you?”


    “What do you mean?” I ask, wondering if she can tell what Easton and I just did.


    “The lights go out and you disappeared! I had no idea where you were,” she chastises, scooting her


    way inside and shutting the door. “Are you all right?”


    “I’m fine.” I smile, trying to hide my jittery nerves.


    “You look all flushed.” She waves a hand toward my chest. “Your skin is splotchy.” Her gaze catches on


    the vodka bottle Easton must’ve left behind. “Ooh, check it out! Jackpot!”


    “Come on.” I open the door once


    again and we exit together, Sadie clutching the vodka bottle. “Why did the power turn off? Do you


    know?”


    “I guess the entire block went out I was outside when it happened, and all the houses around us had no


    lights either. So weird.”


    “hid out in the bathroom the whole time,” I tell her, not about to reveal the kiss with Easton. Not yet


    I want to savor it-try to recall everything he did and said. Relive it moment by moment. Then !! tell her


    Maybe


    “Lame,” she teases, nudging me with her elbow. “Too bad you weren’t locked in the dark with a hot


    boy!”


    She’s so close to the truth, it’s scary. “Ha ha, I wish.”


    We pass through the crowded kitchen to head back outside, Sadie chatting a mile a minute while I


    don’t say a thing. My mind is still in a daze thanks to Easton and his magical lips.


    “Boys are staring at you,” Sadie whispers


    I shrug. “So? It’s just a bikini.”


    Sadie watches me in wonder. “Wow, the lights go out for a few


    minutes, and you’repletely transformed. I love your new attitude!”


    “I shouldn’t be ashamed of my body,” I say, ncing down at myself, seeing it in a whole new light


    This body just had Easton’s hands all over it. He even touched me in forbidden ces. And I let him. I


    wanted it.


    I wanted him


    My gaze wanders around the back yard, searching for him, but he’s nowhere to be found.


    Did he leave? Where did he go?


    “No, you absolutely should not be ashamed,” Sadie reaffirms. “Show them how gorgeous you are,


    Harper!”


    I love how encouraging my friend is. She’s the best.


    Sadie grabs my hand, dragging me toward the table where my brother and his friends are still sitting,


    save for Easton. Disappointment crashes over me and I put on a smile, trying to fake it as the boys


    start talking to us.


    Mostly me.


    And when Ryan realizes his friends are giving me attention, his gazends on me, his lip curling in


    disgust. “You need to cover up,” he says like the protective, older than me by two minutes big brother


    that he is.


    I waive a hand around the pool. “No one else is covered up.”


    “You still should.”


    “I don’t want to.”


    “I say you should.”


    “Ryan,” Sadie interjects. “Leave her alone.”


    He glowers at Sadie, but otherwise doesn’t say another word.


    Hmm. I should ask for her support more often


    I can feel someone behind me, like an rm going off, but the buzzing is only inside my body. Each


    nerve flickering like Easton’s hands are caressing it. I be still, carefully ncing over my shoulder


    Before I even see his gorgeous face, I know


    It’s Easton


    Staring at me with a look of such disgust, I can feel my heart shrivel up in fear