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.

have to look to know it

the subtlety of a brick wall, his long legs stretching out like

eyes but stayed silent,

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

I ignored him.

muttered under his

process what he was doing, his large hands gripped the edges of my desk and chair. In one swift motion, he dragged me-and the desk-closer to

class fell away. The air between us grew thick as I stared at him, wide-eyed and incredulous. I was close enough to catch the scent of his cologne, woodsy with

I whispered back through

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meet his

do," he said, his tone unyielding. "I wasn't that

My stomach dropped.

He remembers.

the desk. Did Josh just say that

down!" I snapped, panic threading through

smug grin tugged at the corner of his mouth.

flushed my cheeks, and I scrambled to shuffle my chair back into

room.

chair like he didn't have a

stared straight ahead, gripping my pen so tightly it

side of