***~~CHANCÉ~~***“Come here.”River Dawson’s voice slides down my spine like a slow shiver. I’m standing only a few inches away from him, but those two words still pull me closer, like I’m tied to him by something invisible.Maybe I am.I should feel embarrassed about how easily I obey him. About how desperate that probably makes me look. But I don’t think about that too much. Because I like him.No—I’ve liked him for four years.The hotel light is dim. Outside the window, the city glows under the night sky. It’s Friday night, and I’m far away from home.I told mom I was sleeping at my best friend’s house. Instead, I’m here. With him.“Closer,” he murmurs.I step between his knees. My heart pounds so loudly I’m sure he can hear it. My pussy is so wet, I’m sure he can feel it. Four years ago, River didn’t even know I existed. I still remember the first time I saw him. It was at the Dawson house. He sat at the edge of the pool, laughing with some other guys. I couldn’t stop staring a
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