Page 104 of Our Secret to Keep

Of course, she does.

River is in shock, staring at the wall without blinking. I wave my hand in front of his face, and he doesn’t move an inch.

Since he’s unresponsive, I have to do something to save our asses. So, I click on The Kingston Spy’s account and send a message.

@natebrookshockey

How much do you want for the name of the author?

@thekingstonspy

Well, hello there, sexy. I had a feeling you would come begging for my help.

@natebrookshockey

Don’t play games with me. Name your price.

@thekingstonspy

One night with you and River.

My heart thumps in my chest, draining the air from my lungs. River warned me that our private life would catch up to us one day.

“What are you doing?” River asks, snapping out of his catatonic state.

“Talking to The Kingston Spy.” I show him the messages. “Fuck her.”

“It doesn’t matter if she knows who wrote the book,” he mutters, looking at the floor. “We’re fucked. The publisher would have done their due diligence before offering her a deal.”

“Our dads will get involved and make this all go away.”

“Time’s up, Nate. We knew this wouldn’t last forever.” He shakes his head. “And the fucked up part is that we haven’t been with a girl in weeks. We were so close to… you and me. I wanted anus. But?—”

I wrap my arms around River and kiss his cheek. “You still have me. Nothing else matters as long as we’re together.”

“I wish that were true.” River wipes a tear from his cheek and sighs. “Our already fragile relationship can’t weather this storm.”

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