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.

inside the pool house stopped me cold. Sarah

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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

tried to grab the pool noodle, and the whole thing just tipped

had cut her leg, but it didn't look deep enough to need stitches. Still, she was trembling, her face pale as she cradled her foot. "Can you move it?" I asked, grabbing a towel from a nearby chair and

foot slightly before crying out. "It hurts so bad! I don't think I can stand

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

rising in panic. "I can't wait! Luke, please, I think something's seriously wrong. I need to go to the hospital

wide, tear-filled eyes locked on mine, and I bit back a curse. "I'll call an ambulance,"

before I could dial, Sarah grabbed my wrist with

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go back to the hospital alone-not after

of the island hit like a gut punch. I clenched my jaw, my stomach twisting. The last thing I wanted was to

"Fine. I'll take you. But don't think I'm carrying you all the way into the ER. You'll have to figure

quivering. She tried to stand, her hands gripping the

whispered, her

think of under my

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

my temper in check as I carried her out