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

CHAPTER 67 LUKE

I found Josh in the backyard, his phone lying in the grass where he'd chucked it. He was pacing, his hands running through his hair, frustration etched into every line of his face.

"What's up with you?" I asked, leaning against the porch re watching him as he threw another glance at his phone like it might have magically fixed itself.

"Laura's not answering her phone," he grumbled, kicking at the dirt like it personally offended him. The guy was wound tighter than a drum. For a second there, I wondered if maybe he had found out about me and Jessica, but relief skimmed over me- he didn't. Otherwise, I would have been the one on the grass.

I walked over, dropped down onto the grass beside him, and stared up at the sky, trying to keep my own irritation in check. "You serious about her?" I asked, my voice coming out rougher than I intended.

Josh snorted, falling back onto the grass beside me. "What does it matter, man? She's probably out there having fun, forgetting about me."

I turned my head to look at him, my expression deadpan. "Because if you are serious, you need to cut the crap with Melanie. And you fucking know it." My tone left no room for argument. 17:50

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Josh groaned, throwing an arm over his face like that would block out the truth. "I know, alright? I tried, but she got all emotional and threatened to tell Laura. You know how girls get."

shook my head, trying to knock some sense into him. "I'm just saying if Laura's the one, your better stop screwing around before

tell the truth wasn't lost, but his situation was different or at least that's what I was going to tell

I'd just slapped him with reality. "Yeah, I need

ideas. "She's not answering.

him do something stupid on his own.

just after midnight. The bouncer at the entrance barely looked up before stepping aside. Smart guy.

scene, and I knew it wasn't Josh's either, but we were here, so we might as well make the best of it.

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his expression a mix of determination and barely contained rage. At least now

a look that said, Don't screw this up, before heading toward the bar. This night was

was packed, but it only took me a few seconds to spot. her-and damn it, that dress was shorter than it should be. My jaw clenched so

something else caught my eye -a pair of hands on her waist. My vision tunneled, the rest of the room blurring out. Who the hell did this guy think he was?

could see was that scrawny blond guy leaning in way too close to Jess, his hands

her into me. My grip was firm, maybe a little too rough, but I didn't give a damn.

Was she mine?