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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started to shift around me. The cheers grew quieter, the bright lights dimmed, and in a blink,

weight sinking into me, grounding me as her fingers traced over the open buttons of my shirt. She pressed soft, lazy kisses along my collarbone, shoulder, and neck, lingering just long enough to drive me

she moved her mouth over mine, warm and breathless. "Are

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

shoulders. She was so damn beautiful, all soft lines and flushed cheeks, the light catching on the lace of her pale blue lacy bra. My heart

just as I reached to pull 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 said suddenly, her

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PART 5. CHAPTER 186

I froze. "What?"

her mouth.

again, her voice growing weaker, her throat closing up

to reach her, but it was like she was slipping away, fading right 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

was falling, spiraling, the world spinning

my chest as if it was going to explode. My shirt was stuck

second to realize I was in my bedroom, the dim morning light filtering

was just a

sick, cold fear, the weight pressing on my chest. I dragged a hand down my face, trying to steady my breathing, but the image of

turned, and Francesca was sitting beside me, her face half-hidden in shadow, her brows drawn in concern. I hadn't even realized she was here. I blinked, trying