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412 pages, Kindle Edition
Published March 7, 2025


I shot back, "You’ll see. River will be mine someday!" I said it with so much determination that both Sam and River went silent, raising their eyebrows and exchanging glances. For a moment, my eyes met River’s dark blue-green ones, and something strange passed between us.
"You’ll be mine!" I repeated firmly, staring at River with an intensity that could have made anyone uncomfortable. It was a bizarre moment. River looked stunned by my words, so much so that he gave a slight nod. YES. He nodded!"
During one of River’s visits, I went outside, plucked an orange marigold from the neighbor’s yard, and brought it back. Marching into the room where River and Sam were chatting over tea, I handed River the flower, got on one knee, and asked, "Will you marry me, River?"
River’s cheeks flushed a deep red as he looked down at the marigold in his hand.
"That’s a very nice offer, Archer, and I’d probably take you up on it if things were different. But, you see, I already have a husband."
The next time I saw River, I was just over eleven years old. River arrived one morning with his three sons in tow. As we greeted each other, I noticed a slight flush on his face when he realized how much bigger I had gotten. By then, even though I was only eleven, I already stood taller than him."
“Well, look at that, Archer. Do you still plan to marry River someday? Look how big his family is—that’s a lot of responsibility!"
He and Jan laughed loudly, completely oblivious to how cringeworthy it was.
Both River and I turned crimson. I didn’t respond, refusing to give him any reason to mock me further.
By then, I had grown to 6’4", had been practicing martial arts for two years, and looked more like a young man than a boy, thanks to my family genetics, which made it easy for me to build muscle. My alpha traits were emerging very strongly. As I walked into the room, River’s eyes bulged in surprise, and a deep blush spread across his pale cheeks as I towered over him like a tree.
"Red River. That should be your nickname," I whispered, taking another slow step toward him.
River didn’t retreat. He seemed strangely frozen—hypnotized, almost enchanted. I couldn’t smell his Allure scent since my glands hadn’t developed yet, so I was unable to produce my own Allure or sense others’. But even so, I caught a faint, sweet fragrance—like strawberries and dahlias. Maybe it was just his shower gel, but it felt intoxicating.
I gave him time to step back or push me away, but he didn’t*. Slowly, very slowly, I leaned in. My eyes moved to his delicate, plump lips, as red as his hair.
River didn’t stop me.
Our lips met softly. A pleasant shiver ran through my body, and I felt River tremble too. Instinctively, my hands slid around his back, and his landed on my chest.
The kiss started as a shy touch of our mouths, but soon evolved into something more. My tongue slipped between his lips, and, to my surprise, he let me in*! Our tongues brushed against each other in a gentle, exploratory caress. I was completely lost in the sweetness of him—his taste, his essence. It was magical, better than anything I could’ve imagined.
We kissed and kissed. River’s fingers clenched my T-shirt as his tongue responded to mine, matching my motions. It was crazy—completely insane—but I couldn’t stop myself. And, judging by the way he kissed me back, I was sure that, deep down, he didn’t want to stop either.
Then, the sound of footsteps echoed in the hallway."