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

UNWELL

JESS

"Hey, babe. Are you ready? Everything packed?" I asked Luke as I dragged his suitcase out of the bedroom. He was so handsome even though he only wore a pair of slacks and a navy T-

shirt. I stood on my tiptoes to kiss him. He walked to the front door and turned around. Suddenly, his face changed, and there was blood. Blood on his shirt, his pants. I looked up, and he was choking. I wanted to run to him, to help him, but I couldn't move. Why couldn't I m "Luke."

"Luke!"

I sat up, gasping for air, just in time to make it to the bathroom.

The nausea had been creeping up

for weeks, relentless and unforgiving, even now that we were back home. I'd thought that leaving Jakarta's oppressive heat and humidity behind might help, but it hadn't. The sickness remained a constant, unsettling reminder of everything that had changed, everything that wrong.

as I barely made it to the bathroom. Kneeling by the toilet, I gripped

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the dizziness. And in

warmth of his hand rubbing gentle circles on my back.

into it, wanting so desperately to believe that he was

holding me, holding my hair back and gently rubbing my back. "You are okay, babe," he whispered, and I believed him. Even though I still wanted to vomit my guts out, I heard him. Maybe I was dehydrated and hallucinating. If so, it would be worth it. "We are going to

and I wiped them away. What a foolish

matter how many times I told myself it was just my imagination, that feeling

- Luke had said, "Us.". If he meant just us two, he would have phrased

like I would in Indonesia when I felt like this. The frigid sensation brought me back to my senses. I couldn't

face haunt my every waking moment. Something inside of me refuses to

daydream stuck with me, and I

as I tried to distract myself with the TV in the living. room, Laura came bursting through the door, clutching a white paper bag.