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

PART 2 - CHAPTER 123

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The low hum of the airplane's engine filled my ears as I gazed out the window, watching the clouds drift lazily beneath us. My stomach did little flips-not from the flight, but from the

overwhelming anticipation of seeing Luke after weeks apart.

I MISSED HIM.

He was picking me up after his last practice, and I was going to watch his

game this weekend. He arranged everything, or at least had his manager arrange everything. I was confused at first why his manager was involved in things like his calendar and answering his phone, but I soon figured out that Jocelyn was more like a PR Manager/personal assistant. My extensive Google search and Sofie's associated online cyberstalking skills got me a lot of info on Jocelyn.

She's blond and pretty, like Luke said, but she definitely had a few trips to the plastic surgeon.

My phone buzzed in my lap, and I glanced down at the screen.

Aiden: "Now's a good time to tell Luke it's over, you know."

I rolled my eyes, a small laugh escaping me despite myself. Aiden was relentless. For the past few weeks, he'd thrown in little comments here and there, teasing me about Luke, hinting at how I'd be better off without him.

He never crossed a line, though, and I hadn't felt the need to

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shut him down. After all, he hadn't done anything serious. No. physical moves, no stepping into my personal space-

snide remark that I mostly ignored. Mostly. I needed him to get better, and I would never

out to see

to respond. Part of me wanted to tell him to cut it out, to knock off the flirty jabs, but the

more.

I finally texted back:

your dreams,

Almost immediately, he replied:

to

pocket and tried to focus on the view outside. I wasn't going to let Aiden get to me. Luke and I

that's

the pickup area. I couldn't wait to see Luke. He had texted me earlier, telling me he'd be there to pick

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Practice might've run late.

my suitcase and leaned against the wall, pulling out my phone

No answer.

I

I groaned, pulling up

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the urge to chuck my phone into the nearest trash bin. It was like

I texted back:

Me: "Shut up."

my head wondered if Aiden was right. I shook

glanced around again, pulling my suitcase closer. The minutes dragged on, and I found myself scrolling mindlessly through social media to distract

ignore them, but the longer I waited, the more his words started to stick. Was

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