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

HOT WATER

JESS

The early light of dawn spilled softly into the room, painting everything in muted greys and blues. Luke's arm was draped across me, his steady breaths tickling the crook of my neck, his chest rising and falling with a rhythm that somehow matched my own.

I let my fingers trace the faint scars and tattoos etched into his back, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my touch. Every line and mark told a story, even if he hadn't shared them with me yet.

Last night had been about him. I hadn't wanted anything else. When he'd tried to return the favor, I'd pressed my lips to his and whispered, "Soon. But for now, let me take care of you." And I had.

My phone buzzed on the nightstand, the sudden sound jarring in the stillness. Carefully, I reached for it without disturbing him, glancing at the screen.

Laura: "How did the night go?"

Balancing the phone awkwardly with one hand, I typed back.

"He wanted to shower a few times and managed to fall asleep after midnight. You?"

Her reply came almost instantly, the brightness of the screen making my eyes squint.

Laura: "Josh had a nightmare. It was bad, but he's sleeping now. He

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told me anything

over the keys as I glanced at Luke. His features were relaxed in sleep, but even now, shadows lingered

hasn't spoken about it

send, Luke shifted beside me, his arm tightening around my waist as he buried his face against my shoulder. I froze, holding my breath until his grip loosened, his breathing evening out

had left its mark on both of them, and while I wanted to ask and

phone back down and turned toward Luke, letting

soap.

him, even though he couldn't hear me. "When you're

was warm, like a space heater warm. I needed a shower, so I wiggled out from underneath him

curled around me. My hands worked through my hair, the familiar floral scent of

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I froze for a moment, the water

though I

a shiver through me

the scent of your shampoo... so much," he murmured, his voice low and rough, lips brushing against the curve of my

his embrace, feeling the solid