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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me? It was really you just making sure I came back

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

muscles rippled with the movement, the sun casting sharp shadows that made him look like a goddamn statue. Focus, Jess.

didn't know

boyfriend's kind of an asshole, by the way. You deserve

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 to talk about

rolled my eyes, trying not to

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don't know it yet." His tone was teasing, but something in his eyes

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him

impossible," he called after me, hist voice

frustration, not bothering to turn around. God,

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

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 the second practice

Coach's voice called out, cutting through my thoughts. "Mind coming over

internally, forcing my legs to move

that meant I wasn't about

a compliment but for