Page 52 of Dirty Secret Love

And why are we breaking up again?

Sutton:

You’re leaving.

River:

Is this you telling me that you won’t come with me to some obscure small college town so I can start my dream?

Sutton:

This is fake, you know that right?

River:

The sex feels very real—should I show you again?

Sutton:

You’re impossible.

River:

Baby, I can show you that you’re wrong. Actually, I can help you relax. Meet you in the janitor’s closet in five.

Sutton:

There are people here.

River:

Have you ever done it in a closet?

Sutton:

I’m not doing it there. The bar is full of people. Someone could hear us.

River:

That’s what makes it hot—what if they catch us?

Sutton:

No.

River:

I’ll be there waiting for you. And if you don’t want them to catch you . . . you have to be very, very quiet.

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Sutton

Slipping away from my friends under the pretense of a bathroom break, I navigate through the tables, stopping for a few brief, obligatory conversations. Eventually, I find myself pushing open the door to the closet, sliding into the darkness quietly.Almost instantly, a strong arm wraps around my waist, yanking me against a familiar wall of solid muscles.

“I knew you’d join me,” River murmurs, his voice low and husky.

“There’s a lot of noise outside, I wanted some peace and quiet,” I say, not sure if the excuse sounds right. I really don’t want him to think I’m needy.

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