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

PART 5-CHAPTER 183

JESS

I stared down at my phone, Luke's number glowing on the screen. My finger hovered over the green button, frozen.

Six weeks. It had been six whole weeks without a word.

There was not one text, not a single call, nothing. Josh must have told him that I had my memories back.

I knew he didn't have games to blame it on; it was off-season, just practice. So what was it? Why hadn't he checked in? Made sure I was okay? Where was the Luke who refused to give up on us?

Hell, even Aiden popped into the hospital and wanted to make sure I was okay.

Maybe I should call him...

But I was the one who almost got shot - well I did get shot and strangled. He should be checking in on me..

My chest tightened, and I tried to steady my breathing, pushing down the frustration and... yeah, maybe a little hurt too.

But just as I was about to toss my phone aside, the door opened, snapping me out of it. "Jess!"

"Shit," I mumbled.

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my physical therapist, standing there. He looked at me like a teacher usually looks

in his thirties, with

attitude that meant he was more than likely not in a steady relationship. He could have been a professional swimmer, even in the Olympics. Still, he got injured while trying to save a little boy who fell off a boat- at

up? You won't

run again?" I asked, crossing my arms. "I don't

it slide, seeing as you shattered your tibia and fibula. But the next jab gets you 10 extra steps," Finn said with a grin, and I

groaned and got up, wabbling

chair over next to me, rolling his eyes at my usual attitude. "Well, Ms. Know-It-All Physio, if you're so smart, you know half-hearted efforts won't cut it." I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't help but grin. "Fine. Fine. Let's get this over with." I settled myself in the chair, my usual cocky stance maybe a bit dimmed by the dull ache radiating up my leg. But

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we've got to keep this one strong. I don't want you messing up your hip or twisting

mind kept wandering. Every stretch and flex seemed to pull me back to Luke and the silence between us. It was like

the ache of disappointment, frustration, maybe even a bit of

broke through, snapping me back to reality. "Come on. I know you're better

my leg a little harder,