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

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JOSH - MONDAY MORNING

Mondays were always the worst. Asha was unusually grumpy, the traffic was a nightmare, and I felt like I hadn't gotten more than three hours of solid sleep. Still, we made it to school on time.

As I walked through the brightly decorated hallways, I kept my head low, trying to avoid any unnecessary interaction with her.

I dropped Asha off at her classroom, kneeling down to smooth her hair and kiss her.

I turned to leave, breathing a small sigh of relief as I thought I'd escaped unnoticed. But just as I reached the door, I walked straight into someone.

"Whoa!" Vivian exclaimed, stumbling back slightly before regaining her balance.

"Sorry," I muttered, looking down at her.

Her hazel eyes blinked up at me, and she gave a small, awkward smile. "Hi."

"Hi," I replied, scratching the back of my neck, suddenly feeling about as smooth as a teenager.

We both chuckled nervously and for a moment, it was just us standing there in very uncomfortable silence.

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"Well," I said finally, pointing vaguely toward the hallway. "See ya."

and adjusting her glasses up the bridge of her nose. "See

feeling her eyes on

the time I got to my car, my heart was still racing, though I couldn't figure out why. Sliding into

I muttered, my

seen her before. She was just Asha's teacher. That

my self-deprecating thoughts. Without looking at the screen, I hit the

the other end

straight, immediately recognizing Dr. Harrington's tone. "Is-uh, is it a good

the steering wheel tighter. "Yeah. Yeah, it's fine. Is Laura-Is she

purpose of my call is to address that we

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stable and has enough

of the feeding tube was successful and without issues. However, we require your.

complications."

the car felt thinner, and my chest tightened as though someone had wrapped a vice around my ribs.

swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. "I'll get back to you as

replied. "Take your time, Mr.

I murmured before

hands, forcing myself to focus on breathing. In through my nose. Out through my mouth. My vision blurred for a moment,

me, making me jump. I turned my head sharply

blinked, rolling the

held up my wallet. "This must've fallen

at the wallet, then back at her, my thoughts still jumbled. "Thanks," I

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