Page 64 of Our Secret to Keep

CHAPTER21

NATE

I wakeup to River poking me in the shoulder with his finger. A golden glow rings around his face. He looks like an angel. The sun shines on his cheek, making his skin appear even more golden.

Am I dreaming?

“Get up, Nate.”

Blinking the sleep from my eyes, I look up at him. Shirtless and wearing mesh basketball shorts slung low on his hips, he folds his arms across his muscular chest.

He looks good.

Really fucking hot.

Did I hit my head?

Maybe this is a dream.

I sit up, leaning back on my elbows, still unsure if he’s real.

You tasted his cum last night.

And liked it.

You let him jerk you to completion.

And loved it.

You are a fucking idiot.

One hundred percent true.

My addiction has reached an all-time low. I promised River that once I started crossing the line, I would seek help.

It’s time.

Propped up against a stack of pillows, I run a hand through my messy, blond hair.

River sits on the bed beside me. “You slept through your alarm.”

“Did I?” I glance at the nightstand. “Do you have my phone?”

He hands it to me. “I put Dr. Swanson’s number in your Contacts. Call her before we leave for class.”

My heart races at the thought of rehashing the past with a stranger. The last time I trusted a shrink, she told my parents everything. To this day, my mom still looks at me with pity in her eyes. And my dad? I can’t even place the vacant look, but it makes me sick to my stomach.

“Last night,” I say in a hushed tone, knowing the walls in this house are paper thin. “Did I…”

“What?”

I press my lips together, thinking about how to phrase my question without sounding like a jackass.

“Just say it, Nate,” he says after a long, awkward silence.

“Did I make you uncomfortable last night? You know, when we got home.”

There, I said it.

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