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

BOAT?

LUKE

The airport buzzed with noise: loudspeaker announcements, the shuffle of travelers, and the occasional burst of laughter from a group of tourists who had no idea what it meant to lose. themselves on an island and then claw their way back. I stood near the departure gate They'd promised us an air ambulance initially, the kind of thing you see in movies with flashing lights and medical

professionals hovering over you. But Josh, somehow, had a miraculous turnaround, thanks to the mangoes and his strange ability to sweet-

talk every nurse into treating him like royalty. His leg, which had been an infection waiting to spiral out of control, was now on the mend.

When they told us we didn't need the air ambulance anymore, Josh had shrugged like it wasn't a big deal, but Sarah? She nearly lost it. A private charter was suggested next, but it didn't take much to see the way Josh's jaw tensed at the thought of another small plane. The man had survived a crash; no way was he voluntarily boarding anything with a propeller.

I tried convincing the authorities that a boat made the most sense, but if I was being honest, a boat didn't sound any better. They settled on a commercial flight, with the promise of a

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bigger plane to ease their nerves

we ended up here, boarding a

heavily sedated thanks to some miracle drug the airport doctor prescribed, was strapped into the window seat with her head lolling against the glass. She'd mumbled something about how this was still a terrible idea before the drugs ki Now, she was blissfully oblivious, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm that

at ease. He sat next to me, sipping champagne like we were on a

him, waiting for the other

asked, breaking

mine, and for the first time since we'd been found, I saw it. All of it. The trauma, the fear, the exhaustion that no amount of mangoes or foot massages could fix. It was there, just beneath

throat tightening. Josh didn't need to say her

could ever

more.

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The flight attendant came by to refill his glass, and he waved her off, his fingers drumming against the armrest. I stayed quiet, letting him have his moment. What the hell was I supposed to say? I understood how badly he needed to see her face, hear her voice, and know

wanted to

punch, and I turned my head, staring out the window at the clouds rolling by. It was a stupid thought, one I couldn't afford

looked over at her, then back

agreement. "Yeah, well, she better be. That dive