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

PART 4-CHAPTER 164

JESS

I had Laura on speaker as I paced the kitchen, idly stirring the pasta simmering on the stove. She was rambling about life in Paris while I half-listened, staring out the window at the quiet street below.

"...and seriously, Jess, you should just move out here. Get away from all the crazy back home." Laura's voice buzzed in the background.

I snorted. "Right, because running away to France fixes everything?"

"It might. You'd get to eat all the croissants your heart desires."

"Tempting," I muttered, grabbing a fork to check if the pasta was done. "But actually, L.have some news."

"Oh, please tell me it's spicy. I need a distraction from these pretentious Parisians," Laura teased, her voice dripping with

sarcasm.

I bit my lip, hesitating for a moment. "I met someone."

There was a pause, then a gasp from Laura. "Shut up! Are you serious? Who is it?"

"Well, technically... I met him again. But for me, it's kind of like the first time."

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said, the excitement in her voice evident. "Who's the

"His name's Eric."

"I don't remember anyone named Eric. Not from school, at least. Where's he from?

economics, apparently. He was a senior, so I guess that's why you don't know him." "Well, I still

laughed. "Yeah, I'll get one next time

to take one? Just find him on

the pasta. "He doesn't

social media in this day and age?" Laura asked, incredulous.

the nature reserves. Only comes into the city a few days a week for work." "Okay, so he's a nature guy... cool,

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or something," I said, shrugging.

piece things together. "Where did

had economics, and apparently, he helped me out with it at

then Laura's voice turned

Like... dimples, big muscular

player material.

I added quickly, "he hates sports. Not his thing,

But now I have to see him. Hot, anti-sports finance guy who lives in a cabin? Get a picture, Jess. I'm thinking lumberjack. Have you seen those guys chop wood?" "I will, I