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

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JOSH

Laura had fallen asleep on the couch, her face soft and

unguarded, and for a moment, I just stood there staring at her. She looked so peaceful, so much like the girl I used to know, the girl I used to love-no, the girl I still loved, though I had no right to.

I bent down, sliding one arm beneath her knees and the other behind her back. Her head lolled slightly against my chest, and my breath caught. The last time I held her like this, she'd been laughing at something I'd said, her arms looped around my neck, and I'd felt like the luckiest bastard alive. Now, she was asleep, bruised, and too damn light in my arms, like the weight of the world had chipped away at her piece by piece.

Her scent, faint and familiar, hit me as I carried her upstairs, and it was almost enough to undo me. I'd been avoiding her scent for months. It was in every corner of her house, every damn memory I couldn't shake. I didn't deserve it anymore, didn't deserve her. I laid her down carefully on the bed, tucking the covers around her. For a moment, I just stood there, watching her breathe. She looked so small, like the fight had been drained from her, but I knew better. Laura was a fighter. Always had been.

I turned to leave, but her voice, barely audible, stopped me.

"Josh?"

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and for a second, I thought I'd imagined it. But when I turned, her eyes were

said, stepping

"Can you stay?"

air out of me. My first instinct was to say no, to protect her from the mess I was, but then I saw the

I said, my voice barely

shirt and jeans, leaving just my briefs. The thought of being this close to her, this vulnerable, made my chest tighten. But it wasn't about

body stiffen for a moment before she relaxed. I hesitated, unsure if I should touch her, but then she shifted closer, her back pressing against my chest. My arms moved on their own, wrapping around her and pulling her closer. God, she fit perfectly. Like she belonged

warmth seeped into me. I closed my eyes, my face buried in her

she wasn't. And it

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had felt like sunlight. I thought about the look on her face when I told her

more than did

asshole who had everything and ruined it. I was the guy who let his fears and insecurities drive away the only person who ever made him feel whole. And now, here she was, broken and bruised, and it was all I could do to hold her and hope

stirred slightly in my arms, and for a second, I thought she was awake. Her hand moved, brushing against mine, and I tightened my

too? The way we still fit together, even after everything? Did she still

mine, and my heart twisted painfully. I could feel her breath against my arm, soft and

deserve this. I didn't

stared at the ceiling, my mind a mess of emotions. Every instinct in me screamed to, stay, to hold her, to prove to her that I could be better, but I knew