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

SWEET DREAMS JESS

I awoke slowly, my eyelids fluttering against the soft, golden morning light that spilled through the window. The sheets, crisp and white, tangled around me like a cocoon, enveloping me in warmth. His hand rested possessively against my stomach, fingers splayed as if he n I could feel the rhythm of his breath against the nape of my neck-warm, steady, a tantalizing whisper of intimacy that sent shivers cascading down my spine.

His lips brushed against my shoulder, the soft, lingering touch igniting a fire beneath my skin. A delicious shiver danced through me, melting my defenses like wax under a flame. At that moment, I'd almost forgotten the intoxicating thrill of his presence, the way the air crack "Morning," I whispered, smiling and closing my eyes, sinking back against him.

Luke didn't answer, but his fingers traced along my hip, and he kissed the base of my neck, warm and lingering. A kiss that meant he was right here, that he'd never left..

I felt him kiss me to my very core, and then his hand slipped to my stomach - resting there like he knew. But he couldn't because I haven't told him.

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This wasn't real - this can't be real....

"Luke..." I breathed, feeling the bliss of it, wanting to hold onto this feeling forever.

But he stilled, his breath suddenly uneven. And then, his voice muffled, he whispered, "Jess... come find me."

I blinked, confusion threading into the calm. "What do you mean?" I turned my head to look at him, only to see him there, just as he'd been, staring at me with his usual soft, steady gaze.

"You're right here," I murmured, pulling his hand closer to my chest.

matted to his forehead, soaking wet, and water dripped from his lips. His hand slipped from

to breathe, the water spilling

couldn't move. I watched, helpless, as his

couldn't I move? I needed to get to Luke,

heart racing, as my hands clutched the edges of my bed. The dark room settled around me, shadows flickering from the blue light of the TV. The news channel was on, muted, but I could

could still feel the weight of his arm, the warmth of his hand. The

for my phone on the nightstand and texted

had another dream...

even ten seconds later,

sleeping, and my exhibition is

at her message. I had no idea

of course. I wouldn't miss it for

the

in a stress reaction, and I

won;t have an effect and now that I'm healthy- baby is fine. Everything is fine. We will see

the reassurance I gave Laura felt

eyes, taking a

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pouring from his mouth, his eyes full of

my knees to my chest, running a hand absently over my stomach. The faintest swell was starting to show, a quiet, almost invisible reminder of everything I still had to live for, to fight for. I'd come close to losing this baby, and that thought scared me more than anythi I couldn't let myself fall apart again; I had to stay grounded, focused,

had been relentless since the