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

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LUKE

The tension was thick, and I was doing my best to stay cool. Sarah had been relentless all afternoon-her bikini, her smirks, and her constant attempts to drag me into a conversation I wanted no part of. Josh's absence wasn't helping. I was halfway through mentally replaying some plays from practice when Sarah's voice cut through.

"Hey, Luke, could you grab me one of those pool noodles from the pool house? I want to stretch in the water," she said, sweet as sugar, her tone like nails on a chalkboard.

I glanced her way, trying to keep my irritation in check. "Can't you get it yourself?"

She tilted her head, pouting. "Fine. I'll get it myself," she said, her voice lilting with annoyance.

Good.

That's when I heard the crash.

It was loud enough to make me freeze, and my heart jumped

throat. A second later, Sarah screamed.

into my

"Shit," I muttered, spinning around in the pool and swimming to the edge. I got out and walked up to the pool house.

scene inside the pool house

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her leg pinned under a fallen shelf. One of the metal poles had bent awkwardly, trapping her. Blood wast smeared on her shin, and she was clutching it, tears streaming down her face. "Jesus, Sarah,"

thick with panic. "It fell-I tried to grab the pool noodle, and the whole thing just tipped over. My ankle... I

for the shelf, yanking it up and tossing it to the side. The metal pole had cut her leg, but it didn't look deep enough to need stitches. Still, she was

foot slightly before crying out. "It hurts so bad! I don't think I can stand on it. I can't even feel my toes. Luke,

to stay calm. "Okay. We'll wait for Josh to get back, and

interrupted, her voice rising in panic. "I can't wait! Luke, please, I think something's seriously wrong. I need

mine, and I bit back a

dial, Sarah grabbed my

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strong. "Please, no!" she pleaded, her voice trembling. "I don't want to go back to the hospital alone-not after what happened in Indonesia.

island hit like a gut punch. I clenched my jaw, my stomach twisting. The last thing I

my phone into my pocket. "Fine. I'll take you. But don't think I'm carrying

lip quivering. She tried to stand, her hands gripping the couch for support, but her legs buckled, and she plopped back down with

I can't," she whispered, her voice breaking. "It's too

my nose, muttering every curse I could think of under my breath. "Alright, hold still,"

her arms around my neck, her head resting against my shoulder. "Thank you," she

didn't respond, too busy focusing on keeping my temper in check as I