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!"

and I could see it there, plastered on her face. This wasn't

I scrambled to grab the water 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 into me on the field and I didn't so

a bed of dry leaves, and Sarah quickly poured some water into his mouth, urging him to drink. "Just a bit, Josh," she

he screaming about?" I asked, my voice tinged

might be going septic. His leg looks worse and he's burning up with fever. Right now he's sweating out water faster than he can

back at our half-assed raft, that sorry heap of bamboo out by the shore. Literally, the only hope we had

my hands through my hair and sat back, finally feeling the

ocean and all I could think was, before this wreck, my favorite memories were about an island. Me, Jess, our honeymoon. Now I never wanted to step

was

it for him. I picked up the worn leather binding, flipping through the pages

"I know why Josh was screaming! There's a boat Sarah! According