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

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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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my thighs, but I loved it- loved the way it felt like a shield, wrapping me in a piece

Another shower.

dinner, trying to keep my tone light.

at me with an unreadable expression before muttering, "The waterfall on the island doesn't

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

as I stared at the ceiling, my

The island.

talk about it much. I was too afraid to ask because asking would have made

selfish part of me wanted

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

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feet. I was the mess, and he was the one who put me back

but they were

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 for him like he needed the contact to remind himself he was

With me.

of a towel. My heart thudded in my

to ask

just ask

to tell him that it was okay to talk about it. That he didn't have to carry

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

door creaked open, and I propped myself up on one elbow, my

soft light, tracing the lines of his muscles. For someone who'd been stranded on an island, he looked... well, unfairly good. Less bulky than he used to be, maybe, but still carved from

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