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

PART 2 - CHAPTER 118

Aiden stepped forward, his presence overwhelming as he brushed his knuckles across my exposed upper arm. The touch. sent a jolt through me, igniting a fire I had desperately tried to ignore. "That sound you just made," he confessed, his voice low, "I want to hear it over and over."

My mouth went dry, and my heart hammered in my chest, warning bells ringing in my head. I needed to get out of here. I needed to remind myself that I was with Luke and loved him.

But for some reason, my body wouldn't listen. I was trapped in this moment-a moment that was dangerous, too dangerous. Aiden was dangerous.

Crawling back to reality, I finally breathed Aiden's name in an attempt to stop him, but it came out as a gasp. The air between us felt thick with tension, and I could feel his gaze piercing through the confusion swirling in my mind.

He traced his thumb over my lower lip, and my breath hitched. "I want to hear you say my name just like that while I bury myself inside of you, Fuck you probably feel so good," he murmured, his face inches from mine. His words were so crude, but my body wanted to respo reason. I could feel his warm breath against my skin, and everything within me screamed for clarity while my body betrayed me, wanting to lear in closer.

Suddenly, my phone vibrated on the counter, pulling me from my daze.

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Reality crashed back in.

me like a lifeline, but I was

This isn't happening," I stammered, trying to slip past him, but he

on you." Aiden looked down, and so did I. There it was, clear as day, He was only wearing a thi It wasn't the skirt I noticed, though;

don't. We will never be anything more than friends, Aiden. If that

the

"You're wrong," Aiden said.

you look at me when you think I'm not paying attention. You can try to fight this, but you can't deny what's happening

a split second, I thought he would do it; maybe a part of me wanted

whispered, half-heartedly pushing against him, but

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more like an invitation than a rejection. Everything about this was wrong, but it

my name like a prayer, and I could almost taste

feared I might give in, I felt