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.

had an inkling it was more to do with -not running alone at night because I'd

-

If I hadn't signed up,

staring at the dashboard. "Get

hesitated for another second before taking my own advice, flinging the door open a little harder than I meant to. There was a loud thud, followed by an "Uhmff!" and

clutching his... crotch? Did I just slam someone in the balls? Great. Just great. Another guy was helping him up, his muscles rippling as he yanked his friend to his feet

"Come

hard," the stranger said with a smirk. "Don't be a fucking princess.

the pulling was-wow. He was built, maybe not as big as Luke, but just as ripped. His biceps flexed under his

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 one Luke and Josh are at, four hours away.

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and swimmers, the type of guys who go to the Olympics and win gold

gaze shifted

His eyes were the bluest I'd ever seen, piercing and sharp, almost unnerving. He had a narrow, straight nose and a strong jawline with the faintest hint of stubble, and he was easily a head taller than me with ripples of tan skin and messy, dirty blond

Definitely not a freshman.