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

CHAPTER 73 LUKE

"Come on, boys! My grandmother can outrun you!" the coach yelled across the field just as Jsh and I touched the end line, then turned and sprinting to the opposite side of the field.

"My balls are sweating, man," Josh complained just as we got near the opposite end to drop and give coach 50 push-ups.

The sun was relentless, beating down on us as we pushed through practice. Sweat poured down my back, and the ground beneath my cleats felt like it might as well be on fire. Josh was ahead again. He always was faster, but I was stronger, and I pride myself on that, eve than usual, maybe trying to burn off the anger he's got pilin gup inside.

I think the man was in love with her, or close to it. I've never seen him like this over a girl. We

weren't entirely back to normal, but we were close to it. I had avoided Jess this entire week and knew better than to bring her up in conversation. He may have forgiven me, but he has every right to want to beat my ass. It just worked in my favor that when I fucked up, he di Judgement would be the pot calling the kettle black, and he knew it too.

I was about to call out to him when I saw it-movement out of the corner of my eye. The girl's PT class was filing out onto the field, their laughter and chatter carrying over on the breeze. I

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stop to look over at the boys on the field.

their class-Jess and

as I dropped down next to

wrong?" He asked, chugging down a water bottle and using his shirt

my arm across my face to stop

but Laura is on the field, and I need you just to stay put and give her space," I warned Josh, who had attempted to speak to Laura every single

immediately locking onto Laura as she walked out with the

hoping

trying to sound encouraging. "Show her you've changed." I shrugged, and Josh leveled me with a stare. "Has Jess forgiven you?" Josh suddenly asked, and my mouth went dry. Of course,

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he took his shirt off his shoulder and tucked it into his shorts. He didn't say anything, just focused on the sprints ahead of him. I watched as he took off again, his pace quicker and more focused. Once I was sure he was out of range, I turned my attention back.