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River turns to face me, leaning his back against the wall. “Or my dad. A rumor like this could ruin my career before it even starts.”

“We’re not gay. What they think is irrelevant.” I get close enough for our foreheads to almost touch. “It’s just sex. They can all fuck off.”

“It doesn’t look good.” He shrugs. “That’s all I’m saying. And now, you’re in here… showering with me.”

“We do it all the time in the locker room. How is this any different?”

“Boundaries, Nate. You never had any. And it’s cool because I don’t mind. I never did. I want you around. But no one else understands us.”

I nod. “Yeah, but it doesn’t change jack fucking shit. We do everything together. And if other people don’t like it, they can choke on my fat dick.”

River laughs. “You have such a way with words.”

I grab the body wash off the ledge and smirk. “Maybe I should be a poet instead of a law major.”

River opens the door to the shower and looks back at me. “Hurry up, okay? I want to get going before the women’s hockey team takes the ice. My dad will kill me if I don’t finish with these brand deals.”

“I don’t get why you do it,” I say, lathering my arms with body wash. “You don’t need the money.”

His eyes rake over my chest for a second, watching the soap slide over my six-pack. I never miss how he looks at me. Like he’s a starving, wild dog, and I’m a juicy steak.

River swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he checks out my cock for a split second before returning his gaze to my face.

“It’s not about the money. My fans expect certain things from me. So does my dad. And so will any team that signs me after graduation.” He shuts the glass door. “Be ready in five.”

I see him wrap a towel around his narrow waist through the fogged glass. Like the rest of his body, his back is ripped with muscle. He stands in front of the mirror and brushes his teeth. River spits, then gargles and leaves the bathroom without another word.

The second he’s gone, I wonder how anyone could think we’re gay. We get more pussy than any guys on campus.

As I stand here, soapy dick in my hand, I wonder if they’re right about us.

Nope, I’m not gay.

So, it’s settled.

I think.

CHAPTER17

RIVER

After an hour on the ice,I’m exhausted. Last night kicked me in the ass. I’m still sore from getting drunk and passing out in my car.

“Dude, wake the fuck up.” Standing behind the camera, Nate waves his hand. “You look like death, Riv. Jeez. Snap out of it.”

“I’m tired. Barely slept last night.”

“You would’ve gotten some sleep if you had stayed home with Samantha and me.”

Ugh, not this again.

I’m sick of the nagging.

“You told me not to come home, dickhead.”

“Yeah, well…” He shrugs. “I didn’t fucking mean it.”

Nate has been on me about not coming home last night. Between filming new videos for brand deals, he tells me what I did was fucked up. I didn’t do anything wrong, yet I still feel like I betrayed him.

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