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

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OSH - PRESENT DAY

"Wait," I said, my voice stopping her as she adjusted her bag.

She turned back, her dark curls bouncing over her shoulder. Her hazel eyes met mine, and for a moment, I felt that familiar awkwardness creeping in-the same way I'd felt the first day I met her.

I shoved my hands into my pockets, unsure of where to start. "I need to say sorry. About... being a fucking asshole that first day."

Her brows rose slightly, and I forced myself to continue. "I was just-Asha is everything to me, and I didn't want to screw up. I let that turn me into, well... me."

She smiled softly, her hand brushing against my arm in a way that felt far too kind for someone I barely knew. "It's okay. Really, it is. I know. It's okay,"

Her voice was warm, and for some reason, it made the tension in my shoulders ease. I let out a long sigh and shrugged. "Thanks."

The corner of my mouth tugged upward. "Least I can do is buy you an apology drink?"

She laughed, shaking her head. "I don't drink, actually. I was just here for my sister's bachelorette party." She tilted her head toward the door, her smile widening. "Needed a bit of fresh air. 10:53

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is safe from

The freckles scattered across her nose, the way her dimple deepened when she smiled-it hit me all at once. Before I could say anything, a woman in a too-tight dress and sky-high heels sauntered up, the smell of her perfume hitting me like a brick wall. She leaned into me, her red lips curving

hand landing on my

us. I took a step back, gently pulling my arm from the fan's

before giving Vivian a once- over and flouncing

back to Vivian, feeling a little sheepish. "Sorry about that. Comes with

in

blinked. "What

shrugged. "I mean, what are you doing here?

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head at her, trying to figure out if she was

as if

let out a short laugh, gesturing to the bar and the room full of

"Not really, no. Sorry. Did the team you support

laugh harder. "The team I play

gaze flicking to the TV mounted above the bar behind me. The screen was showing highlights from the game-slow-motion shots of tackles, touchdowns, and the celebration afterward. She blinked, her eyes widening slightly as they moved back to

with a grin, amused by

more personal than anyone had in

said,