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

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JOSH - SENIOR YEAR

I stood outside Laura's house, my hands buried deep in my jacket pockets as the crisp evening air nipped at my skin. My breath came out in uneven puffs of white mist, but the chill wasn't what was making my chest tight. It was her.

Her house loomed in front of me, the porch light casting a warm glow against the dark. I knew she was inside, probably curled up on the couch or doing something mundane, and yet it felt like an impossible task to just walk up and knock. What would I even say? Hey, Laura. I know I broke your heart and destroyed everything we had, but can we talk? Yeah, that would go over real fucking well.

I paced the small stretch of sidewalk, running my hand through my hair and cursing under my breath. I'd been standing out here for what felt like forever, trying to psych myself up. The weight of what I'd done was like a brick in my chest, making it hard to breathe. The truth was, I was terrified.

I'd never been this scared in my life-not before a game, not even when I was a kid sneaking out past curfew. This was different. This was her. And if I messed this up, there was no fixing it. 0.00%

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I stopped in front of the door, inhaling deeply through my nose and holding it for a moment before letting it out slowly. My hand hovered in the air, ready to knock, but my chest tightened again. What if she slammed the door in my face? What if she didn't even let me explain? "Come on, Josh," I muttered to myself. "Man up."

Before I could convince myself to just get it over with, the door

swung open.

Laura stood there, her expression a mix of exasperation and something softer I couldn't quite place. Her hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail, and she was wearing one of those oversized sweatshirts that always swallowed her frame. She looked like home. "You've been out here for an hour now," she said, crossing her arms and leaning against the doorframe.

An hour? Damn.

I scratched the back of my neck and forced a nervous smile. "I didn't know how to start this conversation," I admitted, my voice quieter than I'd intended.

thin line, and for a second, I thought she might shut the door in my face. But she stepped aside

punch to the

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cheek still there. I wanted to reach out and

back into my pockets and shifted my weight from one foot to the other.

an eyebrow, her expression unimpressed.

much I know, Josh."

deserved that. Hell, I deserved a

words tumbling out in a rush. "I know that doesn't excuse what I did, but

fabric of her sweatshirt. Her silence

it wouldn't hurt as much if you left. But it was the dumbest thing

time, I saw the tears shining there. "It meant

been caved in. "That's not true," I

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clenched, her walls firmly in place.

moment, I thought I might have lost her for good. Then, she let out a shaky breath, and I

in mine. Her skin was warm against my cold fingers, and I held on like it was the only thing keeping

scared in my life," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "Not of losing a game, not of getting hurt on the field-nothing compares to the fear of losing you. And know I've already lost you, but I'll spend the rest of my life trying to

This isn't... We aren't... We have time to find the right person

that I could feel the heat of her body. My hand tightened around hers, and with my free hand, I brushed a strand of hair from