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

LAURA

Josh drew back from the kiss, his lips lingering just above mine as though he was still contemplating whether to connect them once more. His blue eyes locked onto mine, intense and probing, and for a brief moment, silence enveloped us. My heart raced in my chest, pounding so vigorously that I was sure he could hear it.

"What the hell was that?" I managed to whisper, my voice shaky and breathless.

He ran a hand through his hair, gripping the back of his neck as he let out a low, frustrated groan. "I don't know," he said, his voice rough, almost angry. But then his eyes found mine again, softening. "All I know is that every time I see you, I have this... this urge." "An urge?" I repeated, my brows furrowing.

"Yeah," he said, almost snapping, but then he sighed, the tension in his shoulders deflating, "It's like this need. Like I'm dying of thirst, and you're the only thing that can quench it. T look at you, and all I want to do is..." His voice trailed off as he gestured between us, his meaning clear.

I blinked, unsure what to say, unsure if there was anything to say. My lips still tingled from the kiss, my skin burning where his hands had been. I felt like I was standing on the edge of a cliff, teetering between pulling him back to me or running away.

Josh let out a sharp exhale and shook his head, almost as if trying to clear his thoughts. "Forget it," he mumbled, shifting in his seat as he reached for the gearstick. Without another word, he put the car back into gear and pulled onto the road, leaving me sitting there, stunned and silent.

The rest of the drive was unbearable.

The silence between us wasn't just awkward-it was charged, thick with tension that neither of us dared to break. My mind raced, replaying the kiss over and over again, analyzing every second, every movement, every flicker of emotion in his eyes.

By the time we pulled into his driveway, my nerves were shot.

I unbuckled my seatbelt in a daze. I barely met his eyes as I got out, muttering quickly,

the foyer was dark and quiet, with the only sound being the soft click of my shoes against the floor. I took a deep breath, trying

had barely stepped toward the staircase when

unmistakable warm, overwhelming, and so close that it sent a shiver down my

to my shoulders, and he brushed my hair aside, exposing the curve of my neck. "Josh,"

head tilted to the side on its own, my body betraying me, and my

the hell

importantly, what the hell was

stop?" he whispered, his voice low and rough, sending a

to process the

murmured, his lips brushing against the sensitive spot where my neck met

stay that way. His mouth opened against my skin, sucking

yet firm as they gripped my jaw, tilting my head to the

didn't hold back. His mouth opened against mine, and his

me

think, couldn't

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