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

PART 2-CHAPTER 103 JESS

My heart raced as I pulled into the parking lot, gripping the steering wheel tighter than I needed to. This was it. College. The first day of the rest of my life, and all I could think was, 'Please don't mess this up, Jess.'

I took a deep breath, glancing at my phone.

A quick text to Luke: Made it safe. xx

I didn't wait for a reply. He was probably at practice, busy tackling guys twice my size. I wished I could borrow some of his confidence-

or Sam's. She'd practically launched herself into this new life, grabbing her bags, hugging me goodbye, and disappearing into the crowd without looking back.

Laura? She checked in once a week from Europe. Usually, it was some crack-of-dawn text or late-night call, thanks to the time difference. She was off living her dream while I was... well, here. Trying to figure out what the hell my dream even was. College couldn't be that bad, right? I'd been through worse. I'd survived high school and Bryan, barely and with Luke's help, but still. What could be worse than almost being a skin suit in some dodgy motel - not much, but I knew better than to test the universe with that question. This should be easy.

The only problem was that I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life, and that's what scared me. I'd signed up for

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random classés, hoping something would click. And then Luke, being Luke, practically forced me onto the track team.

-not running alone at night because I'd be

-

hadn't signed up, he would've done

I muttered under my breath, staring at the dashboard. "Get out of the fucking

hesitated for another second before taking my own advice, flinging the door open a little harder than I meant to. There was a

fetal position on the grass beside my Jeep, clutching his... crotch? Did I just slam someone in the

"Come

that hard," the stranger said with

the words died in my throat. The guy doing the pulling was-wow. He was built, maybe not as big as Luke, but just as ripped. His biceps flexed

like they could crush me with a handshake. He had the kind of body you'd expect to see on a poster for an Olympic athlete-solid and lean, with muscles that looked like they were carved from stone. This college wasn't known for football-that would be the

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18 Mouchers

of guys

his gaze

had a narrow, straight nose and a strong jawline with the faintest hint of stubble, and he was

Definitely not a freshman.