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

PART 2 CHAPTER 122

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PART 2 - CHAPTER 122 JESS

The sun beat down on the track, heat rising in waves off the pavement. I already regretted showing up for practice, but there was no turning back now. Just as I headed for my spot, a familiar voice cut through the air. "Wow, look who decided to show up for practice," Aiden's voice chimed. Cocky asshole. Attractive and cocky but still an asshole.

He was mid-stretch, lowering into a downward dog position. Of course, he threw in a smug grin over his shoulder.

I rolled my eyes, walking past him with zero intention of feeding his ego. But his perfectly toned muscles caught the sunlight just right, and for a second-just a second-

I noticed how the lines of his back looked carved from stone. The thought hit me harder than I wanted, and I shook it off just as fast. Not today, Aiden.

I shoved his hip with my foot, causing him to drop onto his side. "Oops," I said, feigning innocence

"Someone woke up and chose violence," Aiden said, not phased at all.

Aiden chuckled, propping himself up on one elbow, his eyes gleaming.

"I just realized that little stunt you pulled the other day-you

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making sure I came back to your dorm room, wasn't it? You knew what you were doing." stopped, turning around, my mouth

snorted. "Are you kidding me?. You're the one who answered my phone

fully now resting his arms on his knees. I couldn't help but notice the way his muscles rippled with the movement, the sun casting sharp shadows that made him look like a goddamn statue. Focus, Jess. "Maybe I was just being a good friend. Or maybe I hoped you. two would fight and break things off. Either one, not sure yet,"

know what to

kind of an asshole,

crossing my arms. "Or we won't be talking at all. Also, answering my phone when you know it's my boyfriend calling is also an asshole move. Let's not throw stones

trying not to laugh. "We don't have a

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tone was teasing, but

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muttered, turning away from him

soon I'll be your impossible," he called after me, hist voice

threw my hands up in frustration, not

the sun

of my feet against the pavement. But out here, in broad daylight, with coaches and teammates barking orders at me to "Pick up your knees!" and "Increase your stride!"—it was different. I just wanted an ice cream, and that

voice called out, cutting through my thoughts. "Mind coming

groaned internally, forcing my legs to

I wasn't about to get off

compliment