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

PART 5- CHAPTER 190 LUKE

I blinked, once, twice, trying to make sense of what I was seeing. Jess stood there, framed in the doorway, looking at me like I was the last person she ever expected to see. My brain couldn't keep up, couldn't grasp the fact that she was here- standing in my doorway, looking at me with those wide, shocked

eyes.

It was like time had slowed for a second, and all I could think about was how she looked. The way she'd always looked, really. Her face was the same, familiar and warm, stirring memories I'd tried hard to bury. And then my eyes drifted down, and I froze.

She was wearing that blue dress, the one that always drove me crazy. I could still remember the last time she wore it. We'd gotten caught in the rain that night, drenched through by the time

we made it back to my place. I'd peeled that dress off her soaked body, my hands trembling with every second, every kiss. We'd made love twice, surrounded by the sound of rain against the window, tangled up in each other until both of us passed out from exhaustion. But then my gaze shifted lower, and the memory shattered. There, stretching from her knee to her ankle, was a scar-

angry and pink against her skin. Bryan had done that to her, and every time I looked at it, it felt like another reminder of how I'd failed her. If I'd been there, if I'd kept my head on straight... if I'd done

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something right, he wouldn't have hurt her. That scar was as much my fault as it was his.

above a whisper, like I was afraid saying her name too loud would make her disappear. She whispered my name back, and it felt like a punch

to reach out, to pull her close and tell her everything I hadn't been able to say. But I couldn't move;

and I was scared that if I so much as breathed, I'd

as she stepped between us, blocking Jess from view. It took me a second to process what was happening, to tear my gaze from Jess and look

"Why are you staring

face pale, and my own stomach twisted as her eyes flickered to me,

barely a whisper. I could see the shock in her expression, and I had to swallow the sudden lump in my throat. I wanted to say something, anything to explain. But

smile widened, all teeth. "Yeah, fiancé," she

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out.

was spinning, still caught between Jess and Francesca, the weight of all the things

me like that, so lost and hurt. I wanted to tell

But I was too damn stunned, too damn torn apart by seeing her

her voice dripping with satisfaction, "technically, I'm more than his fiancée." She placed her hand on her stomach, shooting Jess

went slack, the color draining as she stepped back. I watched the words sink in, watched her expression turn from shock to hurt, and it felt like a punch to my own gut. I wanted to tell her it wasn't true. Wanted to tell her she was wrong. But I just stood there, froz every word I'd rehearsed

with tears. I wanted to reach out, to say something,