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

Chapter 254

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I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling. The soft fabric of Luke's T-shirt brushed against my skin, the scent of him lingering in the cotton. It was ridiculously oversized, hanging down to my thighs, but I loved it- loved the way it felt like a shield, wrapping me in a piece of him. Through the muffled sound of water running in the bathroom, I could hear him moving, the heavy tread of his steps as he adjusted the faucet.

Another shower.

I'd asked him about it after dinner, trying to keep my tone light. "Another one? You just had one this morning."

He didn't answer right away, just looked at me with an unreadable expression before muttering, "The waterfall on the island doesn't compare to the water pressure here."

I almost laughed at that-almost. But something in the way his jaw tightened, the distant look in his eyes, told me it wasn't a joke.

Now, as I stared at the ceiling, my mind wouldn't stop spinning.

The island.

He didn't talk about it much. I was too afraid to ask because asking would have made him relive it.

And yet, the selfish part of me wanted to know.

Luke wasn't a man easily shaken. He was steady, solid-like the

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was ridiculously oversized, hanging down to my thighs, but I loved it- loved the way it felt like a shield, wrapping me in a piece of him. Through the muffled sound of water running in the bathroom, I could hear him moving, the heavy tread of his steps as he adjusted the

Another shower.

my tone light.

before muttering, "The waterfall on the island doesn't compare to

that-almost. But something in the way his jaw tightened, the

I stared at the ceiling, my

The island.

didn't talk about it much. I was too afraid to ask because

yet, the selfish part of me wanted to

easily shaken. He was steady, solid-like

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put me back together. But since

cracks, but

the way he sometimes stared into the distance, his jaw clenched so tight it looked like it might shatter. Or the way he'd grab my hand a little too quickly when I reached

With me.

pulling me out of my thoughts. I heard the squeak of the shower door and the faint rustle of a towel. My heart thudded in my chest as I rolled onto my side, watching the sliver of

to

should just

okay to talk about it. That he didn't have to carry it all by himself.

pillow, frustrated with myself. I hated feeling this helpless and unsure of how to help

myself up

still clung to his skin, glistening under the soft light, tracing the lines of his muscles. For someone who'd been stranded on an island, he looked...

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