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

JESS

"We're late," I say, trying to keep my voice even as I glance at the dashboard clock. The digital numbers stare back at me, accusing. We were supposed to be at my family twenty minutes

ago.

Aiden doesn't even look over at me. He just adjusts his

sunglasses and shrugs, keeping his attention firmly on the road. "Relax, Jess. It's just a family thing. No one's gonna care if we're a little late."

I bite my lip, frustration bubbling under the surface. I open my mouth to argue but stop myself. It's not worth the fight.

The car slows as we approach my parents' house, and my breath catches when I spot the sleek, black Maserati parked in the driveway. Aiden notices it, too.

"So, you're rich? Never told me you were that rich, hun?" Aiden teases, his tone light, but I can hear the undercurrent of something else in it.

I roll my eyes, trying to push down the irritation building inside me. "It's probably one of Josh's friends from the team or something," I say, keeping my tone casual. "Not the kind of car people from this town drive."

Aiden hums in response, clearly unimpressed. "The house begs to differ...". My heart sinks a little when I don't see it-the black

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Jeep that's been haunting my thoughts for months now.

Luke's Jeep.

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A part of me is sad he's not here, that I won't have to deal with the rush of emotions that always hit me when I see him.

Not yet.

my side and opening the door for me, flashing that sweet

like this he'll say something to knock me down, to remind me that he's in control, but then he'll do something nice, something thoughtful, and I'll convince myself it's okay. That it's just who

to wonder

his hand as I step out of the car. "Thanks,"

walk up to the door, and it swings open before I can even reach for the bell. Josh stands

hug and lifting me off my feet. He spins

familiar, even

gasp, trying to catch my breath as he finally sets

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me, and the moment shatters. I can feel Josh stiffen, his arms loosening around

says, his tone shifting as he looks at Aiden. "Didn't know you were

He steps forward and offers his hand. "Thanks, man. Glad to be here. Sorry, we are late.

this is real or not before he shakes Aiden's hand. He

past him, Josh turns to me with

"He insisted," I breathe, feeling the weight of it all

wants to say something else, but I don't give him the chance. I follow Aiden into the kitchen, the sound of laughter and conversation spilling out from the other room. Everyone's already here, and I can feel the tension building in my chest again. I'm late. I hate being late. I