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We finished the movie and the last of the food in comfortable silence, and Riley stretched lazily in the recliner beside me.
“I should probably head out soon,” she said, checking the time on her phone. “Kane’s been texting me.”
Everything I’d been holding inside came crashing down the moment she said that, and I turned to her. “I don’t know what to do, Riley,” I blurted out, my voice cracking. “I have to give Kayde my answer tomorrow morning. The one week's up.”
Riley turned to face me fully, her expression softening with concern. She reached over and took both of my hands in hers, her eyes locking on mine.
“What do you want to do?” she asked gently, and tears stung my eyes. “I don’t want to be his escort. I don’t want to be anyone’s w***e. But… I’m scared, Riley. I feel like I d
