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

KISS ME LAURA

The silence in Josh's car was suffocating.

I sat with my hands clasped tightly in my lap, staring out the window as the streetlights blurred past. My heart was hammering, and I felt like I was sitting on the edge of a precipice, teetering dangerously close to falling.

Josh hadn't said a word since we got in the car, but I could feel his tension. It radiated off him in waves, thickening the air until it was hard to breathe. I could hear his fingers drumming on the steering wheel, a staccato rhythm that matched the pounding of my heart. Finally, he broke the silence. "We should talk about it."

I flinched.

"There's nothing to talk about," I said quickly, too quickly, my voice barely steady.

He let out a low, frustrated sound. "Laura, come on. You can't just-"

"I said there's nothing to talk about!" I snapped, turning to glare at him. But my voice cracked at the end, and I hated how weak I sounded.

Josh's jaw tightened, and his grip on the steering wheel turned his knuckles white. "You're unbelievable," he muttered under his

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breath.

I turned back to the window, my pulse pounding in my ears. I didn't want to do this. Not here. Not with him.

And then, without warning, the car jerked to the side of the road and came to a sudden stop.

"What the hell, Josh?" I exclaimed, whipping around to look at him.

He didn't answer.

Instead, he unbuckled his seatbelt in one swift motion, turning toward me with a determination that made my stomach flip. Before I could even process what was happening, his hand was on my neck, his thumb brushing against the edge of my jaw. "Josh-" I started, but the word died on my lips when his eyes met mine.

me bare. And then his mouth

The world tilted.

were firm, insistent, moving against mine in a way that stole the breath from my lungs. His hand slid up, tangling in my hair, tilting my head back

a spark catching fire, the numbness shattered, replaced by

his shirt as if I needed to anchor myself. His other

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face, his fingers splayed against my cheek, his thumb brushing

electric, as his lips pressed against mine. He kissed me like it was the only thing keeping

him, the way he smelled, the way he tasted. The world outside the car faded away, leaving just

we were both breathing hard. His forehead rested against mine, and

me?" he whispered, his voice rough

I wasn't sure I could even form words if

line of my

already falling. And

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chest heaving as

still clung to me, vivid and sharp. Her lips, soft and warm, pressed against mine. Her

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she looked at me afterward, her

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forward, rubbing my hands over my face. The air was sterile, cold, and devoid of the warmth that filled the dream. I

Laura.

second of her fragile existence. Her face was pale, too pale, and her chest rose

studied her face, every delicate line, every curve I'd memorized a thousand times over. A tear slipped down my cheek, hot and

move. She