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

ON THE FIELD LAURA

I sat on the cold bleachers, sandwiched between Jess and Sam, trying my best to focus on the game. The guys were running back and forth on the field, yelling plays and throwing the ball, but my attention kept straying to one player in particular. Josh.

I hated myself for it, for the way my eyes lingered on him longer than they should. He looked good out there, his broad shoulders filling out his football uniform in a way that made my stomach twist. His jersey clung to his chest, and when he moved, I couldn't help but notice how his muscles rippled beneath the fabric, his arms flexing as he adjusted his helmet. He jogged back to the line, his strides long and confident, the kind of movement that screamed control.

Power.

And then he smiled at something one of his teammates said, his teeth flashing under the lights, and I felt my breath hitch. It wasn't fair. He didn't even have to try, and he was the most infuriatingly attractive person I'd ever met.

I shifted in my seat, trying to focus on something else, anything else, but my eyes betrayed me again, darting back to him as he crouched into position. His hands rested on his thighs, his gaze locked on the opposing team, and all I could think about was how strong those hands looked. How it felt when he steadied

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me after the fight. How I wanted to forget that he made me flinch and only remember the warmth of his palm against my

skin.

""Earth to Laura!"

head

grin. "You okay? You've been staring off

it cool. But before I could steer the conversation away,

looks... bruised," she said, her voice dropping

instinctively, my fingers grazing the sensitive spot. It wasn't as bad as it had been a week ago, but the faint discoloration was still there. I scrambled for an excuse,

was carrying my easel up

her head. "Ouch.

"It did.

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squinting at me like she wasn't entirely convinced, but then

thing I needed was for them

bleachers, I glanced back toward the field, pretending to adjust my position. Josh was on the sidelines now, taking a swig from his water bottle. His helmet was off, and his dark hair was damp with sweat, curling slightly

I froze.

intense, like he could see every thought running through my head. My breath caught, and I felt a rush of