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

HOPE FLOATS LUKE

I narrowed my eyes trying to figure out what the hell he was signaling as he waved the journal. But the closer I got the more I noticed what Josh really looked like.

He looked awful-sweaty, pale, and swaying like a palm tree in a storm. "Josh! What the hell's going on?" I screamed over - wishing he would stop running.

"Boat," he muttered, barely managing to form the word.

"What? Boat?" I asked, looking out over the ocean and so did Sarah but there was nothing but the big blue.

Before I could ask him what the hell he was talking about, he dropped to the ground with a thud, faceplanting into the sand. "Shit! Josh!"

I dropped to my knees beside him, my fingers shaking as I checked him for injuries and flipped him on his back. He groaned but didn't open his eyes. His skin was hot - more than what was normal on a tropical island and he was lounging in the shade. "You better not fucking die on me, man!"

me and I could see it there, plastered on her face. This wasn't good. "Get the water! We need to move

we had. Together, we hoisted Josh, dragging him into the shade beneath some thick palm trees. Gritting my teeth. Moving Josh should be easy. Fuck - I've had twice his size ram

a bed of dry leaves, and Sarah quickly poured some

he screaming about?" I asked, my voice

shrugged, casting a worried glance at Josh's leg. "No clue. Something about getting off the island-a boat or something? I think he might be going septic. His leg looks worse and

of bamboo out by the shore. Literally, the only hope we

back, finally feeling the last little bit of

this wreck, my favorite memories were about an island. Me, Jess, our honeymoon. Now

the journal Josh was

up the worn leather binding, flipping through the pages

could and then I saw it. I ran back to Sarah. "I know why Josh was screaming! There's a boat