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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but I shot him a glare

my voice trembling despite

she took in the scene, something like understanding dawning on her face. That made the shame bloom across my cheeks, and the pit in my stomach just grew. "It's so good to see you. You three

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

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

pleaded, his voice softer

him a second look. I was too ashamed, too hurt, and too broken. But there was a nagging feeling inside my chest that

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dropped the blanket in the foyer before stalking to

could hear voices-my parents' voices-and when

like it was the most normal thing in the world. My heart warmed immediately, and I ran to my mom for a hug. My dad joined

sweetie pie. Missed you,

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

home but too afraid

cleared his throat behind me,

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

him a toothy grin with a half-masticated piece of

my pancake, laughing so hard. Josh pinned

clearly puzzled. "Is

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