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."

him. "I'm just saying if Laura's the one, your better stop screwing around before you lose her for

the truth wasn't lost, but his situation was different

with reality. "Yeah, I need to tell her. I

energy and bad ideas. "She's not answering. Something

him do something stupid on his own. "Fine, but if this blows up in your face, don't say I

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

I knew it wasn't Josh's either, but we were here, so we might as well

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Laura," Josh yelled over the thumping bass, his expression a mix of determination and barely contained rage. At least now I get to

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

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

to storm over when 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

or how pissed off they got. The only thing I could see was that scrawny blond guy

was firm, maybe a little too rough, but I didn't give

Was she mine?