Letting My Brother's Best Friend Take My V-Card

CHAPTER 40

JESS

I clutched the blanket around my body and almost sprinted to grab my keys and shoes that were near the door. I needed to get out. I needed to get away from him. Tugging the door open, I almost shrieked when I saw two people standing outside. I heard Luke come up behind me. "Jessica, please just-"

Then he went quiet, and I went rigid. It was his parents, which meant my parents were probably home as well. Luke's voice was ice cold and had a bite to it. "Mom, Father."

His parents stood there, their expressions a mix of surprise and

concern.

His mother looked from me to Luke, her brow furrowing slightly. "Jessica. Dear. I haven't seen you in ages. Look how lovely you are!" His mother pulled me into a hug, and I let her, giving Luke a side glance.

His father was less warm. "Son. Jessica. I hope the house is still intact," he said sternly, then looked behind us. I followed his gaze into the living room. The only evidence of anything was the pillow I had slept on. The rest of the place looked pristine, almost like a hospital. I tried to compose myself, tightening the blanket around me and forcing a polite smile. "Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Anderson. I was just leaving."

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don't have to-" Luke started, but I shot him a glare that

my voice trembling despite

That made the shame bloom across my cheeks, and the pit in my stomach just grew. "It's so good to

Luke with his arms crossed. "Son. Get your mother's bags, would you?" was all I heard as I

outside, and I hurried to put on my shoes, fumbling

his voice softer now, but I couldn't look at

and too broken. But there

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dropped the blanket in the foyer before stalking

when I rounded a corner, they

the world. My heart warmed immediately, and I ran to my mom for a

sweetie pie. Missed you, kiddo!" he

swatted him. "She's not a kiddo anymore. She's

have them home but too

behind me, and I turned

the kitchen island. "Where's Laura?" I asked,

I had just made him uncomfortable. Both my parents suddenly focused on Josh, who glared at me. I gave him a toothy grin with a half-masticated piece of pancake rolling around in

pinned me with a stare that said, "Shut the hell

us, clearly

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