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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have to-" Luke started, but I

my voice trembling despite my effort to keep

That made the shame bloom across my cheeks, and the

who just stared at Luke with his arms crossed. "Son. Get your mother's bags, would you?" was all I heard as I ran across

stepped outside, and I hurried to put on my shoes, fumbling with the laces. Luke's presence was still behind me, a

voice softer now, but I couldn't look

too broken. But there was a

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the

could hear voices-my parents' voices-and when

making pancakes like it was the most normal thing in the world. My heart warmed immediately, and I

pie. Missed

not a kiddo

them, happy to have them home but too afraid to ask

his throat behind me, and

pancake from a plate on the kitchen island. "Where's Laura?" I asked, making

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 my mouth. "Uh, she went home," he

so hard. Josh pinned me with a stare

looked between us, clearly

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