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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where you left your phone with me? It was really you just making sure I came back to your dorm room, wasn't it? You knew what you

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

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

didn't know what

of an asshole, by the way. You deserve

all. Also, answering my phone when you know it's my boyfriend calling is also an asshole move. Let's not throw stones at glass houses,

rolled my eyes, trying not to laugh.

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yet." His tone was teasing, but something in his eyes made my

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impossible," I muttered, turning away from him to head to my side of

impossible," he called after me, hist voice trailing off in a lazy

hands up in frustration, not

My legs felt like lead, and the sun hadn't let up for

at night when the only sound was the rhythmic pound of my feet against the pavement. But out here, in broad daylight, with coaches and teammates barking orders at me to "Pick

voice called out, cutting through my thoughts.

my legs to move toward him.

of nod that meant I wasn't

"Uh, thanks?" The words were a compliment but for some reason it didnt