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

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The music pulsed through the house, the bass vibrating in my chest as I swayed to the beat with Sofie in the center of the makeshift dance floor. The room spun slightly, but that could be because I was spinning. I wasn't drunk, just all warm and fuzzy. More like a warm, fuzzy, tipsy kind of way.

I wasn't drunk-just enough to not give a shit right now.

Sofie was dancing with SpongeBob-cute SpongeBob, but still, SpongeBob. For once, she had a little confidence, even if it was alcohol-induced. I wanted her to have fun, but at the same time, I needed to pee.

"I think I need to find a bathroom," I yelled over the music, leaning into her.

Sofie barely heard me, too busy grinning at SpongeBob. "Huh?"

"I'm fine!" I waved her off, not wanting to interrupt her night. "I'll find it myself. Don't worry!" The last time I did this, it almost turned out bad, but then again, I also probably wouldn't have Luke. Only this time, I'm avoiding the stairs-too many jello shots. She gave me a doubtful look, but I nodded firmly. "I'm good! Promise."

The heat from the packed bodies around me, combined with the PART 2 CHAPTER 115

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alcohol, made the room feel hotter than it was, and I tugged at the hem of my too-short witch costume for what felt like the millionth time tonight.

must be another part to this dress that I

lingering glance, but I ignored them, focusing on my mission to find Just as I turned a corner, someone dressed as a musketeer suddenly blocked my path. He had

aren't you the prettiest witch I've ever seen," he flirted, dimples

a polite smile, hoping to just pass by, but when I stepped to the left,

chin. "Yeah, sorry. No. Please

past me. His expression quickly fell, and I felt a shift in the air

racing, and

Brad Pitt from Troy, ergo, no shirt... again. "Do you own a shirt? Should I buy you one?" I blurted out, and Aiden stared down at me for a

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me before I could even think about moving, pulling me flush to his half- naked body. I gasped as his head dipped down to my neck, his

whispered, his breath warm against my skin. Goosebumps erupted all over my body, my heart pounding

his voice warmed me-his bare chest against my back-made it hard to think straight. I tugged at the hem of my

fight, his eyes unreadable as

slamming the door shut behind me. Leaning against the door,

brain was spinning too fast, and I couldn't think straight. I needed to talk to him. We barely spoke this

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