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

IT'S A DATE JOSH

I stepped into the pizza place, shaking off the slight chill of the evening air. It was casual, familiar, nothing fancy-exactly what I'd been aiming for. This wasn't supposed to be a big deal.

But the second I spotted Vivien, I knew I was fucked.

She was already at the table, scrolling through her phone, completely oblivious to the fact that she'd just knocked the wind out of me.

Her glasses were gone. I'd never seen her without them before. Her usually wild curls were sleek and straight, framing her face in a way that made her eyes seem even bigger. And the dress- Jesus.

She wasn't wrapped up in one of those oversized sweaters or long skirts that covered every inch of her. No. Now she was in a black dress, thin straps over her shoulders, hugging every curve, dipping way lower than I was prepared for. I swallowed hard, felt my heart rate kick up a notch.

Vivien looked up then, catching me staring. A slow smile curved her lips, and she stood. And when she did, my brain short-circuited completely.

Because fuck, there was a lot of creamy skin on display. Long, toned legs. Smooth shoulders. The graceful slope of her collarbones. Who the hell knew this was what stayed hidden

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beneath those horrible clothes the wore at school?

I had to get my shit together.

Fast.

I forced my legs to move, crossing the restaurant toward her. "Hey," I said, my voice rougher than I intended.

"Hey," she echoed, tilting her head slightly. Amusement flickered in her hazel eyes, like she knew exactly what kind of effect she was having on me.

I cleared my throat, dragging my gaze away before I got caught staring at all the places I shouldn't. It's just dinner. Not a big deal.

She sat back down, and I took the seat across from her, trying to focus on anything other than the way her dress skimmed over her thighs when she crossed her legs.

neutral, safe compliment that wouldn't make me

a

I exhaled sharply. "Yeah."

something shift inside me.

I smirked. "I'll say."

she

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brain to reboot. "Everything. But if you don't

love greasy pizza," she

Yeah. I'm really fucked.

even had the chance

seat.

face lit up like a damn Christmas tree, his phone already out, ready to snap a picture. "Dude, that play you made two weeks ago-insane. The way you read that pass and

thrust a napkin and pen toward me, and I signed without hesitation. It wasn't that I didn't appreciate the fans-I did. But moments like

He grinned wide before heading back to his

the moment as I turned back

She was watching me.

why, but the

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twist in my chest.

I asked,

gesturing vaguely with her hand.

huffed a quiet laugh.

She nodded.

shrugged. "It comes with the territory. But honestly? It's refreshing to meet someone who doesn't think they know me