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

PART 3 - CHAPTER 150

JESS

Aiden turned sharply, frustration rolling off him in waves. He slammed his palm against the wall, his

knuckles turning white from the force. "Fuck it!" he shouted, the sound reverberating down the hall, sharp and jagged. I jumped slightly, my breath hitching as the raw power of his outburst hung in the air.

Before I could catch my breath, Aiden spun on his heels, his eyes blazing with emotion. In an instant, he closed the distance between us and pulled me up against him, urgency flooding his movements. "Jess," he said, his voice low and intense, "you need to stop pushing u I barely had time to register what was happening before I was enveloped in his arms, the warmth of his body contrasting sharply with the

turmoil in my heart. It felt familiar, yet foreign, and I was trembling, caught off guard by how tightly he held me. My body shook from the weight of my sorrow, tears streaming down my face as I buried my head into his chest. I was a mess, and I felt utterly lost.

"I can't," I sobbed, the words escaping me like a floodgate had burst. The tears wouldn't stop; they poured out of me, a relentless tide, as my entire being seemed to unravel. I didn't know how long I cried, but it felt timeless, a whirlwind of pain and confusion that I couldn't e Then, Aiden's hands cradled my face, gently tilting my chin up to meet his gaze. His eyes softened as he brushed my tears away

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with his thumb, but before I could comprehend what was happening, he leaned in, and suddenly, his lips were on mine.

completely unexpected. I froze, my mind reeling from the collision of emotions. This

the chaos of my brain. Confusion spiraled inside me. Did I want this? Did I even know

shifted. Aiden was yanked away from me with a force that left me breathless. I gasped as he flew across the hall, crashing hard into

break. His chest heaved, and his eyes were dark

as our gazes locked, and I was too

Luke growled, the words laced with disbelief and fury as his gaze darted between me and

knife. I opened my mouth to respond, but no words came out. I wanted nothing

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were trapped, drowning beneath the rising tide of panic.

my chest. I could see how much I had hurt him, and I wish I could take it all back. "Say something. Anything!" Panic surged through me, and I pressed my back against the door, struggling for breath that seemed to disappear into thin air. The weight of everything crushed

me, and I was caught in the intensity of Luke's gaze-the searing pain, the fury, the sheer disbelief. I didn't know how to make things

for a split second, a flicker of concern breaking

down the door to the floor, curling into myself as

confusion spilling over into a painful

softer pitch, almost desperate. But I couldn't. I was

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