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

PART 5- CHAPTER 186 LUKE

The stadium's noise was deafening, waves of cheers crashing. over me as I ran off the field, heart racing, my body thrumming. with adrenaline and exhaustion. We'd done it-

we'd actually won the Super Bowl. My teammates clapped me on the back, laughing, shouting, celebrating.

I only wanted to find her.

I scanned the crowd, ignoring the reporters and cameras. And then, there she was, standing right at the edge of the railing. Jess. Her face lit up, her smile wide and unstoppable as her eyes met mine. My heart swelled, and I didn't even think- just sprinted toward her, slipping through the gaps in the crowd until I could reach her.

The moment I got close, 1 swept her off her feet, spinning her around as she shrieked and laughed, her hands on my

shoulders.

"Luke! You're disgusting-so sweaty!" she laughed, scrunching up her nose.

"Don't care," I breathed, pulling her closer, not wanting to let her go. Her laugh faded as she looked up at me, her smile softening. as her fingers tangled in my hair.

"Good," she murmured. "Because I don't care either."

I closed the distance, capturing her lips with mine, and

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to shift around me. The cheers grew quieter, the bright

my shirt. She pressed soft, lazy kisses along my collarbone, shoulder, and neck, lingering just long enough to drive me insane. Every inch

mine, warm and breathless. "Are you sure? Are you sure

was confusion there too. She tilted her head, her brows knitting

kissed her again, harder, more desperate, my hands slipping under the hem of her shirt, lifting it off as her blonde curls fell free, framing her face and spilling over her shoulders. She was so damn beautiful, all soft lines and flushed cheeks, the light

her closer, her expression changed. Her mouth twisted as she pressed her hand against her chest like she was in pain. "I forgive you," she

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PART 5. CHAPTER 186

I froze. "What?"

mouth. Her

out again, her voice growing weaker, her

in front of me, her skin growing cold, her eyes dimming. My hands shook as I tried to hold her as if I could keep her here

spiraling, the world spinning and spinning

for breath, my heart pounding in my chest as if it was going to explode. My shirt was stuck to me, soaked

into fists. It took me a second to realize I was in my bedroom, the dim morning light filtering

just a

wouldn't fade-the sick, cold fear, the weight pressing on my chest. I dragged a hand down my face, trying to steady

beside me, her face half-hidden in shadow, her brows drawn in concern. I hadn't even realized she