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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my stomach right now, so I took a deep breath and held it until the feeling

away the memories, but they wouldn't go. His hands were on my waist, and the way he looked at me made it look like he could read And then Laura and Josh and I just lost it. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I mumbled into the pillow. The words just spilled out to Josh like a dam breaking. I'd

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 out cold, and I didn't blame them. It had taken forever to get Laura I shuffled across the room, grumbling

It was Josh.

his cheek, and a cut on his lip. I

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me - it's my fault they fought. I was the one who outed Luke after I promised I never would, but I wasn't thinking. I only

dropped. This wasn't just about last night anymore. This was about everything

the words stuck in my throat. What could I possibly say

stood there, staring at me with those tired, angry eyes.

then his eyes snapped

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 appeara I looked back at Josh, whose expression was filled with regret and maybe, maybe, longing. Who the hell was I kidding - I was still half drunk, dehydrated and trying to read