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

open buttons of my shirt. She pressed soft, lazy kisses along my collarbone,

as she moved her mouth over mine, warm and breathless. "Are you sure? Are you sure you want

her head, her brows knitting together. "Of course. All

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

I reached to pull her closer, her expression changed. Her mouth twisted as she pressed her hand against her

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PART 5. CHAPTER 186

I froze. "What?"

time, blood trickled down from the corner of her mouth. Her neck-bruises were forming there, dark and spreading, staining her skin. "I forgive

growing weaker, her throat closing up as she struggled

growing cold, her eyes dimming. My hands shook as I tried to hold her as if I could

falling, spiraling, the world spinning and spinning

as if it was going to explode. My shirt was stuck to me, soaked with sweat, and

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

was just a

chest. I dragged a hand down my face, trying to steady my breathing, but the image of Jess's bloodstained lips and the bruises on her neck wouldn't

drawn in concern. I hadn't even realized she was here. I blinked, trying