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

BIT OF BLUR LAURA

Laura

The hallway was buzzing with the usual pre-class chatter, but my brain was too busy spiraling to notice. Friday night. Art guy. A date.

What the hell had I been thinking? My mouth had just run off without consulting my brain, and how I was stuck in the world's most colossal lie.

I had no date. No art guy. Just a ticking time bomb of a promise I couldn't keep.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't see the arm until it slammed across the doorway, blocking my path. I froze mid-step, staring at the muscular forearm in front of me. Slowly, I shifted my gaze forward, already knowing who it was. Josh.

Of course.

I inhaled deeply, forcing myself to keep calm. Without so much as a word, I ducked beneath his arm and stalked into the classroom. My heart was racing, but I ignored it.

Sliding into the front row, I exhaled. Josh was a jock. Jocks. didn't sit in the front row unless they were forced to by the teacher-and Mr. Davis was too old and tired to bother. Sitting

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here was my sanctuary.

Or so I thought.

dragged across the floor made me stiffen. I didn't have to look to know it was him. I could feel

into the seat beside me with all the subtlety of a brick wall, his long legs stretching out like he owned

but stayed

and I focused on my notebook, pretending to scribble something important. But Josh didn't seem to care about

I ignored him.

he muttered under his

process what he was doing, his large hands gripped the edges of my desk and chair. In

to catch the scent of his cologne, woodsy with a hint of spice. Stop thinking about his cologne, Laura He leaned in, his voice low enough that no one else could hear.

we don't," I whispered back through clenched

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said, his tone unyielding. "I wasn't that drunk, Laura. I remember.

My stomach dropped.

He remembers.

jaw nearly hit the desk. Did Josh just say that

your voice down!" I snapped, panic threading through

of his mouth.

shuffle my chair back

room.

he didn't have a care in the world. But his eyes

gripping my

gaze on the side of my face, its weight making my pulse