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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The cheers grew quieter, the

buttons of my shirt. She pressed soft,

she moved her mouth over mine, warm and breathless.

softened, but there was confusion there too. She tilted her head, her brows knitting together. "Of course. All I want is you... this... us.

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 catching on the lace of her pale blue lacy bra. My heart

twisted as she pressed her hand against her chest like she was

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PART 5. CHAPTER 186

I froze. "What?"

this time, blood trickled down from the corner of her mouth. Her

her throat

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 here

falling, spiraling, the world spinning

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

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

was just

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

half-hidden in shadow, her brows drawn in concern. I hadn't