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

CHAPTER 42

JESS

I sat down next to him, keeping a safe distance between us. "Go on," I said, crossing my arms and looking away.

Luke cleared his throat, looking a little lost for words. "What happened on the couch, I didn't... I lost control, okay?" "So it was a mistake," I said bitterly.

"No, that's not-this is not how this was supposed to go," Luke groaned, frustration stinging his voice.

"How was it supposed to go? Enlighten me?" I said a little cold but I was hurt... again.

"Look, I can't go there with you even though you make it so fucking hard not to. I promised your brother. I can't break that promise. He's done a lot for me, and I owe him that much. All he asked was that I keep my hands off his sister. You're just making it really fucking impo A small part of me also clung to the part where he said I was making it hard for him, which meant he did want me. As much as I wanted to act like I didn't want him, I did. I think I always have, but I just refused to acknowledge it.

"Oh, so this is my fault then," I retorted, and I knew it was childish, but too late now to say it.

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Luke laughed à bitter sound that cut through the tension. "Yes, it's your fault. Your face, your lips, the curve of your back, those. long, beautifully tanned legs," Luke then looked at me suddenly, and I felt like he could see straight into my head, "How soft your lips feel, how s of the need.

it. I didn't want to acknowledge how I really felt about Luke. The 6'4" linebacker who looked like sex on a sti Luke's eyes were hooded, and I felt my own breath hitch in my throat. Our fingers were inches away from touching, and I stared at him,

sending chills up and down my spine. His hand glided over my cheek, and his fingers curled

this time barely audible, and

immediately - the moment gone. "Your parents are up late," I said, but Luke's

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hand instinctively. He pulled it away,

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off. "Let's go." He stood up, waiting for me to climb down the

down, trying to keep pace with him. "Luke?" I called out as he began walking away. He stopped, something dark flashing. in those beautiful forest eyes-anger or maybe even hatred. "Want to tell me?" I asked, my voice sounding so small, I

further. "Nothing to

to read his face, but his words were like a slap. "The same

never happen,"

could barely contain it. All I could think to respond was, "Obviously. Do me a favor, just continue to act like I don't exist. I don't know what's going on with

with anger. He opened his mouth

thought I heard something break for a second, but it was too far away to be sure. Luke's gaze flickered

and started walking away before he could say anything else. Each step