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I see you, River.
Someone told me a long time ago that trust is like an eraser; it gets smaller and smaller until there’s nothing left. I don’t want it to disappear, so I don’t use it much.
I’ve always loved love stories. Mostly because they give me hope. It’s why I sneak books and devour the romance, waiting for my time to be swept off my feet and into the arms of a knight in shining armor.
I don’t hide the curve of my downward lips before Everett sees them. His eyes fill with sympathy. “Don’t worry, River. You’re still my number one.”
“Believe me, River, if I had you, I’d have all of you. There’s not one piece of skin that I wouldn’t see, touch, or kiss.”
“She’s the type of girl worth marrying,” he finally says, making my heart pinch, because he’s implying I’m not the kind of girl who’s worth forever. “And I will, because that’s what people want and expect.”
We haven’t been the same since she asked me to take her virginity, since I punched Asher Wilks for taking it, or since I saw her marred body. We’ll never be the same. After all, there was no peanut butter on her lip.
“You’ll never be my mistake, River.”
“But you’ll always be mine, Everett.” Because you love her.
River James will always be mine, even if she doesn’t want to be. Even if she can’t be.
