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

OFFICER JESS

The air in the security office was stale, thick with an indifferent kind of tension that only made everything worse. Laura and I sat across from a stone-

faced airport officer, his uniform too crisp, his gaze a mix of disinterest and irritation as he glanced between us and the stack of paperwork in front of him. He was chewing a pen cap like it was his lunch. I watched the sweat bead down his forehead just like it pooled around He flipped another page without looking up, a slow, almost mocking turn of his wrist. "I don't know what you're expecting here, ladies," he said, voice cold and impatient. "We're dealing with hundreds of flights. You'll have to be patient."

I grit my teeth, trying not to let my frustration show. Laura's hand was clenched around mine, her grip tight enough to cut off the blood supply to my fingers. "We were told they'd land

safely," I said, fighting to keep my voice steady. "But there's been no word from them, no confirmation. We need to know where they diverted."

The officer raised a brow, barely stifling an eye- roll as he glanced at the manager beside us, then back to his papers, scratching his pen lazily across the page as if humoring a couple of hysterical tourists. "If there was a diversion, we'd have heard by now," he drawled, clearly disinterested. "And if not... they're probably weather like this."

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"Minor delay?" Laura's voice trembled with a desperate edge, her face paling as she looked at the storm footage still playing on a screen over his shoulder. "Look at what the storm did outside-this wasn't minor. They were flying right into it!"

sigh, shifting in his seat with all the energy of someone forced to listen to a tedious story for the

has a protocol. You can relax until we have more official information. The last radio from the captain said that they

they were numb, barely able to keep my voice from breaking. "We're not going to relax until you tell us where they landed. We're asking you

picking up a list and running his finger down it with exaggerated

the last place he wanted to be. His expression didn't change as he turned

slight frown. After a few long

barely a whisper. "Did you...did you

list, I'd have said so." He

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dismissive tone was like a slap to the face, the reality settling over me like a stone in my stomach. He wasn't

they might be?" I asked, barely holding it together.

things. happen. There are also a lot of islands with landing strips, and some of the pilots are very familiar with them." He gestured vaguely as if that was ans "Best to wait for the airport to contact you. If you get any

at me. But before I could snap, he finally pulled out his phone, dialing a number

casting us one last irritated look as

mine, her hand ice cold. She whispered, voice breaking, "Jess, what...what does this mean? Why won't he