Chapter 199


    Chapter 199


    Easton


    “Hey there." A random girl tries to touch my arm, | recoil and shake my


    head as if to say, not in this lifetime, but I''m saved by my girl as she slides


    up next to me and res.


    The girl walks off, nearly falling in her flip—flops and impaling herself on


    a bike rack in all her haste to get away.


    “Damn, you didn''t even have to say anything." | hold Harper close.


    “I''ve developed a really good resting bitch face since dating you." Harper


    looks ready to pat herself on the back. "Anyway, how was orientation?"


    She''s wearing the cutest little jean shorts and crop top showing off her


    curvy body, and damn, I''m not normally a fan of cowboy boots, but |


    literally see her in nothing else but them and want to m her against the


    nearest building and peel her clothes from her body.


    “Hey.” She snaps her fingers. "Eyes up here!"


    "Hmm?" | blink. "What?"


    "Men,'' she mutters. “Yes, I''m in boots. Yes, my shorts are short." She turns


    around, showing near ass cheek. "Yes, you can fuck meter but right


    now, tell me about orientation!”


    She stomps one of the boots, endearing her to me even more as I smirk at


    her little scowl. "Okay, okay, it was intense, but I''m really excited about


    being here. | think I''ll be challenged, and so far, the professors seem really


    cool."


    "Good." She grabs my hand.


    | squeeze hers back as we start walking down the sidewalk.


    College so was not what | thought it would be. So far, freshman


    orientation takes up all of our time—we''re in different majors, so we still


    see each other every day, but it''s an adjustment after basically living


    together all summer.


    Her parents would be dumb—dumbs if they didn''t know that we were in


    the same room whenever we were at theke house. Add that into the fact


    that her mom and dad went on their very first overseas trip since their


    honeymoon for a month, and yeah, it''s not like Harper stayed at her house


    the entire time.


    Between my house and hers, it was basically like an intro into adulthood


    and possibly living together, so when it came time to figure stuff out for


    college, | just said fuck it and asked her to live with me.


    Her parents, | think, were so thankful they didn''t have to pay for her


    housing that they were at least a bit okay with it. | may have lied a bit and


    said she''d be in the other room and that we''d be sharing with one other


    person who I''ve yet to actually meet, but | figured worst—case scenario,


    we''d find some sad freshman who needed to catch a break, let them live


    with us, and all would work out.


    | kissed the back of her hand. "Should we go make dinner?"


    “Lwas thinking Italian.”


    “Nice choice." | stopped walking. "Shit, | need to go get groceries. Damn, |


    keep forgetting they don''t magically appear in our fridge.”


    “No, the grocery fairy, aka your mom, does not, in fact, live in our fridge.”


    Harperughs. “But | did actually stop off and grab some stuff just in case


    you wanted to stay in tonight. One of the only Italian dishes | know


    involves noodles, sauce, and a whole bunch of...” Sheughs. "Meat."


    “Oh, does it?" Fuck how am | already turned on over food? "That''s...


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    "Yup." She looks ready to skip in front of me. She tugs my hand harder.


    “And for dessert, | bought whipped cream...”


    “Where do we put that?” | ask dumbly.


    She throws her head back andughs, then sobers and says, “Wherever


    you want.”


    | groan. "How am | so turned on right now?"


    “When are you not?" she asks. “And we''re only a few minutes away from


    the apartment.’


    "Mmm." | nod in agreement, staring at her boots again. “You should cook


    in just those.”


    “And you''ll do what? Watch?"


    “Supervise, duh." | shrug and spin her around. "I''ll make sure you''re doing a


    good job, and every time you drop something, I''ll p your ass, think of it


    as both reward and punishment.’ | pull her against me and kiss her nose.


    “Tell me you''re wet for me right now just thinking about a wooden spoon


    coming down on your ass.”


    She wiggles against me, her cheeks going red. “People are staring.”


    |ugh. “Let them stare. Let them be jealous.”


    “Jealous, huh?” She teases. “Of how horny we are for each other?"


    "That..." | pull her tighter. "And how much we love each other, how much it


    shows, and how fucking thankful | am that | stumbled across a mystery


    girl and decided to make her mine.”


    “Just took you a hot minute.” She pats my head. “Didn''t it?”


    “| should have known; | whisper. "| would know you anywhere now."


    “Even in the dark?"


    "Yup!"


    “You sure?”


    | prove it hourster when we decide to reenact the whole moment-—|


    mean, of course, it''s our small kitchen, so | know she''s there, but as | see


    her silhouette, | think to myself how fucking grateful | am that she’s here


    with me and how awesome it is that she’s not just my other half but my


    best friend.


    Most guys don''t get this lucky. Then again, most guys aren''t dating Harper


    Quinn.


    "Love you,” | whisper hourster when we''re in bed, and she''s naked


    across me.


    “Love you too,” she answers back with a yawn. “Love you so much."