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

FOOT MASSAGE

JESS

The house had finally fallen silent, and the occasional creak of floorboards and the refrigerator's hum were the only sounds cutting through the stillness. Down the hall, I could hear Josh's heavy snores, muffled by the walls, and downstairs, the faint buzz of Sarah's music playing low in her room.

Luke and I were curled up in bed, his arm draped lazily over my waist as I nibbled on my lower lip, trying to quiet my restless thoughts.

"You're thinking too loud again," Luke murmured, his voice gravelly with sleep as he buried his face in the crook of my neck.

I smiled faintly but said nothing, staring at the faint glow of the moonlight filtering through the curtains.

"Jess," he said, his tone teasing now, "what's on your mind?"

I shook my head. "It's nothing. Go back to sleep."

He shifted, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at me, his dark eyes glinting with determination. "Not a chance. Come on. Out with it."

"It's stupid," I muttered, avoiding his gaze.

Luke arched a brow. "Try me."

When I didn't answer, he grinned mischievously and dipped his

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sides, tickling me until I couldn't hold back

but he didn't let up until I was

low and playful,

his gaze, and sighed. "Aren't you frustrated? That

humor in his eyes replaced with something deeper. He brushed a strand of hair from my face and

pregnant-l get it. This is not the part where I'm selfish." He kissed the tip of my nose, then my lips, his touch so gentle it made my chest ache. "This is the part where I help you, okay? Stop overthinking me and focus on taking care of you and the

his chest. "Sometimes, I feel like I'm falling apart," I admitted, my voice barely above

around me, his hand moving to knead

not falling apart," he murmured against my hair. "You're

pulling up one of my legs, and I stilled

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tender spot beneath

are swollen," he whispered,

of relief escaped me as he began to massage the aching muscles, his thumbs working over the knots with

melting out of me with every pass of

his lips grazing my temple. "Let

and the steady rhythm of his breathing lulling me into a peaceful

that moment, with his hands easing the ache in

the doubts in my mind, I felt something I hadn't

a moment, debating whether to bring it up, but the guilt gnawed at me

I need to tell you,"

He didn't stop rubbing my foot,

on Sarah... in the bathroom... with one of your friends." My voice trailed off as my