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

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LUKE

I ran into the hospital office just in time to see Jess sitting in the waiting area, paging through a magazine with a hand resting on her very pregnant belly. Fuck - she's the most beautiful creature on this planet.

I marched over, my heart racing, and pressed my lips against her cheek and then her mouth, molding her to me-As I pulled away, I noticed the flush creeping up her cheeks, a sweet contrast to the worry lines etched on her forehead. "I'm sorry, babe," I blurted, a bit breathless. "I thought I was late."

"That's okay," she replied, forcing a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. The doctors were running behind, so you didn't miss anything." She smiled up at me and motioned for me to sit down next to her. "Are you okay? What's wrong?" she asked me like she just saw strai I shifted on my feet before sitting down and bracing my

elbows on my knees. "The interview was a fuckup. Josh and I lost it when the fucking host insinuated there was more that happened between us all on the island." I sighed and Jess turned towards me, rubbing my back.

"You know publicity is all about the drama. I'm sure Sarah and Josh both cleared it up, right?" She said, her voice soft and soothing. I pinched the bridge of my nose.

"Well, I lost my shit on national TV and stormed off, so the Team's PR rep has been calling me-non-stop. Josh agreed, and kind of did the same, but Sarah..." I groaned, leaning back and slumping in the chair

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told me that she did the fucking opposite when a tabloid approached her. Something about not getting the same payout we did and a lot of debt.

my eyes flitting to her belly. "She told them she fell in love with me, but I promise you, Jess. Nothing fucking happened. I swear it." I pleaded with her softly, expecting her to turn away from me, but she

of survivors - sometimes they

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pulled back and looked at her. "You see a therapist?" I asked softly,

to acknowledge the baby and my head was just all messed up. Laura forced me to go and

talk about my feelings. It helps to get someone's perspective you

through while I was stuck

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"You had it worse. If you want to talk about - with someone, it does help you know?" She offered and I shook

head.

all about it. I'm not keeping it bottled in or anything. I just wanted