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

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JOSH PRESENT DAY

The beer was hitting harder than expected, but I didn't mind. For once, I felt... something. The edges of guilt and grief dulled, like the alcohol was lubricating the parts of me that had been stuck for so long.

I found myself outside the bar, phone in hand, staring at Luke's name on the screen. My thumb hovered over the call button. I wasn't sure what I wanted to say or if he'd even answer, but before I could overthink it, I hit call. It rang twice before he picked up.

"Josh?" His voice was cautious, like he wasn't sure why I'd be calling after all this time.

"Yeah, it's me," I said, leaning against the side of the building. The cool night air helped clear my head, but my heart was pounding. "I, uh... I needed to talk."

There was a pause on the other end. I could hear faint sounds of his house-dishes clinking, the muffled sound of Jess talking in the background.

"Alright," Luke said finally. "Talk."

I let out a shaky breath, staring up at the Texas sky. It was filled with stars, the kind you only saw when you were far from the

city.

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before I could stop them. "For wanting to move on. For not being stuck like I probably should be. For not staying there with her." My voice broke, but I pushed through. "But if I stayed, Luke, I never would've surfaced. I would've drowned in it, and Asha... she would've been dragged down with me. I fucking ran away, okay? I know that. I know I ran,

heavy in the air, and

surprise, he

froze, the phone pressed against

and we don't blame you. You had to do what was best for Asha and for yourself. And when you're ready to come back and face the hard decisions about Laura... we'll be here for

lips, taking a long sip to avoid saying anything stupid. The tears were there, welling up in my eyes, but

know where

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ended the call and stared up at the sky again.

trying to

want me to be happy,

maybe this is the first

beer, holding up the empty bottle as if to

Mateo's voice called from the bar, snapping me

tightness in my chest easing just a little. "Coming!"

and headed toward the bar, pushing open the door with more force than I meant to. As I stepped inside, I collided with someone-a small figure barreling

that," I said,