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

CHAPTER 63

LUKE

WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST DO?

I lay there, my body still entangled with Jessica's, feeling the warmth of her skin against mine. For a few precious hours, I had forgotten everything-the pain, the anger, my father.

Instead, Jessica consumed my entire mind and body: how she felt, how she tasted, and everything about her. She was perfect, and that was the fucking problem.

I glanced down at her, still curled into my side under the blanket. Her breathing was soft and steady, and her face relaxed peacefully with waves of blond hair spread across the couch. Her lips were a little pink and swollen-

I had to fight the urge to lean in and kiss her awake and make sure she remembered every detail of last night. The thought made me feel a pang of guilt so intense it almost choked me.

She deserved better than this. Better than me.

What the hell had I done? I had crossed a line I swore I never would. I'd started this - that night when I saw her getting groped on the stairs by some drunk asshole, and now, I'd made good on my promise and if Josh found out - shit.

wake her, but she stirred, her body instinctively curling closer to mine. Her trust, her innocence-it only made the guilt worse. How could I have been so selfish,

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head was a complete mess and that t-shirt, the one on the floor across the room,

of her kisses, more of how she made me feel like I wasn't drowning in darkness. I was stuck between knowing I couldn't have her

complicate her life with my own messed-up fucking issues. Josh was going to hate me for this. And he had every right to. I had betrayed his trust in

while. That constant, gnawing anger had

of skin that seemed to call me. I needed to clear my head to figure out

have anything else.

wasn't to see Jessica, who the fuck was I kidding. I was in her pool in the middle of the night; of course, I wanted her to see

but if I stayed, if I let myself think for

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less erase the evidence of what

I paused by the couch, looking down at Jessical one last time. She looked so peaceful, so innocent. The way she looked at