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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felt right-perfect, even. But the world started to shift around me. The cheers grew quieter, the bright lights dimmed, and

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

I whispered, cupping her face as she moved her mouth over mine, warm and breathless. "Are you sure? Are

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

hold back. I 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

her hand against her chest like she was in pain. "I forgive you," she said suddenly, her voice

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PART 5. CHAPTER 186

I froze. "What?"

the corner of her mouth. Her neck-bruises were forming there, dark and spreading, staining her skin. "I forgive you,"

again, her voice growing weaker, her throat closing

skin growing cold, her eyes dimming. My hands

I was falling, spiraling, the world spinning and

as if it was

my bedroom, the dim morning

just

face, trying to steady my breathing, but the

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