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

BEHIND THE SCENES LUKE

I shifted uncomfortably in the stiff studio seat, my back sticky against the faux leather. The lights overhead blazed like a furnace, and I could feel the

sweat pooling at the nape of my neck. The host's sugary voice droned on, but it barely registered. I kept glancing at Josh, who looked ready to snap.

When the host cheerfully announced a commercial break, Josh shot up like a spring. "I need a drink. It's Satan's kitchen under these lights," he muttered, striding off toward the nearest exit.

I cleared my throat, trying to loosen the knot in my chest. Beside me, Sarah shifted slightly, her delicate perfume cutting through the sterile air of the studio. She glanced at me, offering a hesitant smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "Strange seeing you here, right?" she said softly. "I mean, we

technically lived together for five months, and then I didn't see you at all." Her words trailed off, and she looked away, but not before I caught the flicker of sadness in her eyes.

"You look good," I blurted, the words tumbling out awkwardly. "Better, I mean. You're eating?"

What the actual fuck was that? My brain screamed at me. You're eating? Seriously?

Sarah laughed, the sound breaking the tension. It was light, almost musical, and it eased the tightness in my chest. "Yeah, Luke, I'm eating," she teased, shaking her head. 0.00%

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I exhaled, relieved she wasn't offended by my idiocy. "We owe you our

lives,

came out before I could stop them, and

dabbing at her eyes quickly. "They'd kill

muttered, my voice

stroll back in, his sharp gaze

Sarah, you can't cry." He pointed at her accusingly, though his tone was more exasperated than anything. "Please, we need to seem like we've got our shit together, or they'll delay me starting rehab until my so-called

his seat, the energy in the room shifting with his presence. "Alright, let's get through this circus.

to the next segment began, Saral leaned closer, her voice soft but insistent. "Luke-do you mind staying behind

my neck, the discomfort crawling up my spine. "I, uh, actually have somewhere I need to be," I

it, Luke. I knew

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the words out. "I have a few

grip just a little. Josh, seated next to me, caught the exchange and frowned,

rolled again, the interviewer's grin was plastered on, her voice overly chipper as she shifted gears. "Now, being

must have been quite an experience." She leaned forward, the intensity in her gaze like a predator closing

air in the studio shifted instantly. My jaw tightened

asking?" Josh said flatly, his

between you all. After all, it's not uncommon in such extreme

we're

mask. "Just now, during the break, there