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

PART 3 - CHAPTER 162

JESS

The airport felt like a blur of sound and movement, a constant hum in the

background as we made our way through the terminal and out to the car. I barely registered any of it, my mind spinning in a hundred different directions. The moment we were buckled into the car, the silence felt heavier than it should have. Aiden didn't say a word, his jaw t us onto the highway.

The landscape blurred past us. I stared out the window, trying to focus on the passing trees and the distant horizon-anything but the knot growing tighter in my chest.

I could feel Aiden glancing at me every few minutes, his frustration simmering just beneath the surface. I knew it wouldn't take long before he broke the silence. It never did. After what felt like hours

but was probably only ten minutes, Aiden finally sighed loudly and gripped the steering wheel tighter, knuckles turning white. "What the hell is wrong now?" His voice was sharp, cutting through the tension in the car like a knife. "You've been quiet ever since we got off the pl anything the entire flight. You gonna tell me what's going on, or do I have to guess?"

I shifted in my seat, trying to keep my expression neutral. "It's nothing," I lied, forcing a weak smile that didn't reach my eyes. "I'm just tired."

Aiden's eyes flicked over to me again, narrowing in suspicion. "Right. Just tired." His tone was dripping with disbelief. "Come on, Jess. I'm not an idiot. You've been acting weird for weeks now. What's going on?"

wanted to say were jumbled up in my head. I need space. I'm not happy. I think I need to end this. But instead, what came out was a weak, "It's nothing, Aiden.

truth screamed louder. I was considering leaving him. I wasn't sure how or when, but the thought was there, lingering like a shadow I

replaced by this growing sense of suffocation. Everything between us felt strained and fake. And now I wasn't

Luke?" he asked, his tone sharp

my mouth. Luke

way you get when his name comes up? The way you freeze, like you're hiding something. It's always fucking Luke,

than I intended. "It's not about him! Why do you always

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inside me. It wasn't about Luke. It wasn't even about Aiden-at least, not completely. It was about me,

you think I don't notice how you've been pulling away? How every

my fists in my lap, my nails digging into my palms. "You're being paranoid. I'm just...

me. He was silent for a few more moments, and for a second, I thought maybe he'd drop it.

to the airport," he said, his words dripping with bitterness. "You know, so you can go back