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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now, so I took

gravity, knowing it would end in disaster? I rubbed my temples, pushing 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!

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 out cold, and I didn't blame them. It had taken forever

It was Josh.

cut on his lip. I figured the other guy probably looked worse, but

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of guilt hit me - it's my fault they fought. I was the one who outed Luke after I promised I

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

in my throat. What could I possibly say to fix

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

say something, but then his eyes snapped

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