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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you left your phone with me? It was really you just making sure I came back to your dorm room,

snorted. "Are you kidding me?. You're the one who answered my phone when Luke called. What did you think was

up 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

didn't know what to

of an asshole,

is also an asshole move. Let's not throw stones at glass houses, shall we?" Aiden's grin widened as he stood up, brushing dirt from his shorts. "Fine. I don't want

trying not to laugh.

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

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turning away from him to head to my side

he called after me, hist voice trailing

frustration, not

the sun hadn't let

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 was exactly what I was planning to get after

out, cutting through

my legs to move toward

me a nod, the kind of nod that meant I wasn't

compliment but for some reason it didnt sound like