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

WAIT... WHAT? LUKE

The heavy studio doors slammed shut behind me, and I strode down the hallway, trying to shove the simmering anger back down.

"Luke!" Sarah's voice echoed behind me, quick and breathless.

I stopped and turned as she hurried toward me, her face etched with determination. Josh was right behind her, juggling a precarious pile of pastries and looking completely unbothered.

Josh caught up and immediately stuffed a powdered donut into his mouth, oblivious to the tension. Sarah and I both paused to watch him, disbelief plastered across her face as he chewed loudly and shoved on the entire chocolate croissant in his mouth. "What?" he said around a mouthful, powdered sugar dusting his chin. "I'm a professional athlete-I need glucose. Plus, I starved for 5 months."

Sarah rolled her eyes, muttering something under her breath before turning back to me, her expression shifting from exasperation to something more serious. "Luke, I need to tell you something before you find out another way."

I frowned, the tension in my shoulders tightening again. "What is it?"

She hesitated, her hands wringing nervously in front of her. "I... may have said something to a reporter. About you."

My brow furrowed deeper. "What kind of something?"

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WAIT WHAT?

Sarah sighed, her voice quict but steady. "I told them I had feelings for you. That I fell in love with you while we were out there."

hit like a punch to the gut. I blinked, processing, but before I

blew it completely out of proportion." She bit her lip, her eyes flicking away. "I just thought

and I crossed my arms. "Why the

Luke. When I got back, I lost my apartment-penalties, overdue bills, and student loan debt. Everything just piled up, and... I'm not an athlete. I don't have endorsement deals or sponsorships. It's been rough." They wanted something juicy,

lied, right?" I

paused but nodded. "Of course." She said, but her voice

weight of her confession settled between us. I opened my mouth to respond, but

another bite of pastries.

his eyes, brushing crumbs off his shirt.

on your feet, we've got plenty of each other,

there's no

she

"Yeah. It's

the tension, I snorted, shaking my head.

the back of my neck again. "Yeah," I muttered. "What he said. You can stay

first time since we'd stepped off the island, Sarah smiled-a real, genuine smile-and I felt some

neck as Sarah's words hung in the air. Her confession still sat awkwardly between us, but I wasn't about to let it derail everything. "It's going to have to be with

taken aback.

been trying to decide which spare room to turn into the baby's room anyway."