All Chapters of RIVER: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

~Alec~Her glassy eyes broke my heart. I wanted to wrap my arms around her. I leaned and wiped her tears away. I cupped her right cheek and softly brushed it with my thumb.“River, it’s not a goodbye, I promise. I once said goodbye to you before, but I will never make that mistake again. I have to leave because I have responsibilities that require training, practices, appearances, and preparation for the coming season, but that doesn’t mean this is the last time we’ll see each other. River, when you get your memories back, let me be the first on your mind. I need you to promise me that you’ll seek me the moment you remember us, baby.”Damn, I was going crazy inside. She placed a hand over her mouth and knitted her brows. “Baby? Why did you call me ‘baby’? Do you have feelings for me?” I couldn’t stop staring into her beautiful green orbs. “Alec…” I blinked and gulped, “Because every time you touch me, I feel strange, and you make my heart beat fast. Your kiss said so much, yet here yo

~River~A painful lump formed at the back of my throat as I stared at my best friend, now apparently my ex-boyfriend, crying on his knees in front of me. I had never seen Zach sob like this before, and despite everything he had just confessed, tears silently rolled down my own cheeks while I listened to him break apart. Now I finally understood why he had been acting so distant ever since I woke up. The truth was shocking, yes, almost like something ripped straight out of a dramatic television series. Still, oddly enough, the emotions I felt weren’t the emotions most people would probably expect. At first, there had been anger, but not the kind of consuming rage that should’ve followed a confession like this. Instead, all I felt now was heartbreak and sympathy for his mental state. I might not remember the relationship he was talking about or the betrayal he admitted to. Still, at this moment, none of that mattered as much as the devastated boy in front of me, who looked like he had be

~River~Counting down the days is one of the worst things someone can do when they are anxiously waiting for a specific moment to arrive. With only two days left before Winter Break officially began, I was becoming unbelievably impatient. I’m pretty sure everyone around me noticed it, too, and kept wondering what exactly had me acting this way.After speaking with Alec’s mom on the phone, I called Jaylen and Erica over to my apartment and told them about our plan. Both of them agreed immediately to act as if nothing had changed, though, honestly, I couldn’t help but feel emotional watching them together afterward. Seeing the way they loved each other felt like a live wire sparking dangerously in my chest, because deep down I wanted what they had so badly that it physically hurt. In simple terms, it was torture.I loved listening to Jaylen talk about Alec. Apparently, Alec messaged him almost every day asking about me and checking on me in hopes that something had changed. He had no ide

~River~I woke up that morning at 8:09 feeling refreshed. After several sleepless nights spent feeling restless and anxious, I had finally slept well, all the way through the night, in his bed, wrapped in his scent and surrounded by the quiet comfort of his room. I felt closer to him than ever.Just one more day, I told myself.A fast, frantic knock at the door startled me. “RIVER! RIVER!” It was Trisha, and she sounded distressed.“Yes!” I yelled back. “I’m up.”She opened the door quickly, her face flushed with panic. “I’m so sorry, River, but he’s here! Alec is here! He’s about to…rats, he’s outside!”I sat there with my mouth agape, trying to process what she had just said. “What? How?”“I don’t know, but I think it was Bryce’s phone call. I swear, oh crap! He’s coming in. I’ll stall him for you!” she rushed out before slamming the door shut.I sprinted to the bathroom to check myself in the mirror and quickly brushed my teeth, convincing myself that Trisha would be able to stall h

~Alec~River and I spent the whole weekend together, sightseeing. I mostly wanted her to see the beach and take her to the Santa Monica pier. We also spent two nights alone in a hotel, indulging in our bodies and orgasms. It all felt like a dream, a dream I was scared to wake up from.The thought of her returning home was heavy on my heart. How would I survive the next few months without her? That was going to be hard.At night, while she slept in my arms, I thought about the comment I made outside the restaurant at the guy snapping our picture. I told him she would be my wife, and I meant that.Then it hit me! What if I make her my wife? What if, before she leaves, we go to Las Vegas and get married? I mean, we didn’t have to go far; a courthouse would do, but it would be perfect. There was no doubt in every inch of my body that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her.She was a done deal, the one who captured and owned my heart. I knew she felt the same way, so why wait? We a