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

THE CALL

JESS

I heard something fall in the kitchen, shattering to the floor.

I sat up so fast that the lounger wobbled beneath me, my heart hammering in my chest as Laura stepped out onto the porch.

She was holding her phone in one hand, her face pale, her wide eyes brimming with something I couldn't quite read-shock? "What's wrong?" I asked, my voice sharper than I intended.

"Did something happen to my mother?" I pressed, my throat tightening as the words rushed out. My mind spun with possibilities, each one worse than the last.

Laura shook her head slowly, her lips parting as if to speak but no sound came out. Finally, she managed to look me in the eyes and said softly, "No. They, uh... Jess."

I stared at her, every nerve in my body on edge.

"They found survivors of the wreck."

My breath hitched, and for a moment, the world around me stilled. The sounds of the pool, the distant rustling of the trees, and even the beating of my own heart seemed to fade into nothing.

"What?" I whispered, barely able to get the word out. My hands gripped the edges of the lounger, knuckles white. "What do you

mean? Survivors?"

Laura nodded, her expression torn between relief and

hesitation. "It's... they haven't released names yet. Just that they found people alive."

Alive.

word echoed in my mind, sending a strange mixture of hope and fear coursing

Alive.

voice

got bits and pieces. But they said the survivors were found on a boat near some island Ican't remember. Local fisherman picked them up in

didn't realize I was holding my breath, which didn't come out in a sharp

grounding. myself would stop the spiral

overwhelm me.

you think it's them?" I whispered, more to

know," Laura said softly, stepping

in her lip, the way her eyes darted away from mine. She wasn't ready

watch it shatter again.

I finally asked, my voice small, hesitant. The question lingered

as if pulling herself back to reality. Her shoulders rose and fell in

an air ambulance tomorrow," she muttered, her voice

I asked softly, the weight of my

in it now.

into a thin line. She looked down at her phone, the screen still lit up with the call log.

cracked, her words trembling like they didn't want to leave her mouth. "They...

drifted to the edge of the pool, unfocused, her expression tight with something I

good, right?" I said, though my voice betrayed the uncertainty clawing at my

murmured, but there was no conviction in her tone.

there in the silence, the soft lapping of

The weight of those few words pressed