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

CHAPTER 72 JESS

The sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting an annoying, bright stripe across my face. I groaned, turning over to escape it, but the throbbing in my head wouldn't let me get comfortable.

My mouth was dry, and I felt like I'd swallowed a handful of sand. What a night. What a freaking disaster.

Last night was supposed to be about fun-my birthday, after all. I was happy Sam and Laura insisted on a hotel for the night help me forget all the crap that'd been happening. I could only imagine what it would have been like driving home for two hours after last night. But now, lying in the hotel bed, my body aching and head pounding, all I could feel was regret.

The worst part? I'd kissed Luke, or he kissed me. I pulled a pillow over my face - I was being a hypocrite. I know I wanted to kiss Luke. The memory hit me like a truck, and I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block it out.

What the hell had I been thinking?

Kissing Luke?

Telling Josh?

Oh, God, I told Josh. My stomach twisted, and I felt like I might be sick. Or it might be the alcohol, Either way, I didn't feel like

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the contents of my stomach right now, so I took a deep breath and held

and the way he looked at me made it look like he could read And

if I just stayed here, buried under the covers. But the buzzing that had woken me in the first place came again, slicing through the haze of my headache. "Seriously?" I muttered, trying to dre "Ugh, what now?" I muttered, dragging myself out of bed. The room spun slightly as I stood, and I had to grip the side table and wall to keep myself upright. I glanced over at Sam and Laura. They were both

It was Josh.

eye swollen, a bruise spreading across his cheek, and a cut on his lip. I figured the other guy probably looked worse, but the other guy was

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- it's my fault they fought. I was the one who outed Luke after I promised I never would, but I

just about last night anymore. This was

started, but the words stuck in my throat.

with those tired, angry eyes. The silence stretched out, heavy

something, but then his eyes snapped up,

Laura standing in the middle of the room, clutching the duvet tightly around her. Her face was still red and blotchy. The night of crying did not sit well the next morning. I saw her mouth go a little slack as she took in Josh's