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

DRILLS LUKE

The turf crunched under my cleats as I pushed through the last sprint. My legs felt like lead, and my lungs were on fire. Sweat trickled down my face, stinging my eyes. This wasn't rehab-it was torture disguised as "progress." "Pick it up!" Jonathan barked from the sidelines. "You're not dead yet, so move like it!"

I muttered a curse under my breath but dug in for the final stretch. My shoulder ached with every pump of my arms, but I gritted my teeth and pushed past the pain. When I finally hit the line, I doubled over, hands on my knees, gasping for breath. "Fucking hell," I panted.

A loud clang echoed across the field, and I glanced over to see Josh racking a set of weights. He was working on strength drills, his knee brace glinting under the sun. Jonathan stood over him like a drill sergeant, making him add another plate. When Jonathan finally called for a break, Josh dropped onto the field next to me with a dramatic groan, sprawling out like a starfish.

"You look like shit," I said, lying flat on my back and staring at the sky.

"Thanks, asshole," Josh shot back, throwing an arm over his face. "You smell like a dumpster fire, so we're even."

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I smirked, too tired to argue. "Man, it feels good to be back. here,"

Josh grunted, shifting his arm just enough to squint at me. "Even with Jonathan riding our asses like this?"

"Even with that," I said. "Missed this place."

getting my leg turned into jelly," Josh muttered sarcastically, but

for a minute, both of us catching our breath. The heat from the sun and the familiar smell of the turf felt like home in

Then I ruined it.

the fuck were you thinking, telling Sarah she could

but this time it wasn't playful. "Really, dude? We're doing

at him. "Because

propped himself up on his elbows, glaring back. "Look, I wanted to help her out. We wouldn't be here without her, alright? And-" He tapped two fingers against his temple. "I got the vibe something's not right with her up here. Like, mentally." "That's your justification?" I sat up, scrubbing a hand over my -face. "She's mental,

done? Or do you wanna

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jabbing a finger in his direction. "You're the one who offered for her to stay. So

fully now. "Look, genius, I didn't just invite her to crash on the couch and braid Laura's hair. I gave her two weeks. Two weeks where we keep an eye on her and figure out if she's okay, you know?" I

letting her roam around, stalking Jess. Rather the devil we know than

hell are you

after that article came out. Like she was planning your wedding in her head

not fucking funny," I said through gritted

his tone sharp now. "I'm serious, man. She's got this...obsession. And maybe-just maybe-if she's here, seeing you and Jess in real life, it'll click that there's no fairytale ending

her showing up at Jess's baby shower with a butcher knife and a fucking scrapbook.

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