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

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THE CALL

The morning was perfect. The kind of perfect that made it impossible to think about anything beyond the sun warming my skin, the waves lapping at the shore, and the woman sitting across from me, looking like a damn dream in the soft morning light. Vivien stretched her legs out, toes digging into the sand, her white beach dress slipping off one sun-kissed shoulder. She reached for a piece of mango from my plate, popping it into her mouth with a satisfied hum. "This is heaven," she sighed, tilting her head back.

I grinned, sipping my coffee. "I could get used to this."

"Right? I don't know why we don't live on a beach year-round."

I smirked. "Because I have a job that involves stadiums, and you have a classroom that requires walls and children."

She wrinkled her nose. "Details. Pretty sure I could find a few children here to teach beneath a palm tree."

I laughed, shaking my head, and was just about to suggest we skip snorkeling and head back to the bungalow when Vivien leaned forward, resting her chin on her palm, eyes flicking over me with an amused glint. "You know," she mused, "I still can't believe I got myself a football player."

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I snorted. "Yeah?"

She nodded, grinning. "Pretty sure there's an entire line of models somewhere wishing I was dead right now."

I rolled my eyes but laughed. "Doubt it."

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ticked each one off on her fingers before smirking and wining at me. "A walking

Babe, nobody wants the football player with a daughter and a wife in a coma and trauma that an expensive psychologist is still sorting through.

children... and I understand more than you know about the love of your life leaving. I understand that you can only take things as slow as you need to, and there is no

my chest, and I instinctively reached for her, cupping

"Vivien..."

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shook her head.

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firmer than I intended. "We said no talking

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something unreadable flickering in her

years, this is the only

waste it," she

she sighed, tilting

grinned, sipping my coffee. "I could get

to suggest we skip snorkeling and head back to the bungalow when I noticed

my body instinctively

for the interruption, but there is a

A message.

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a beautiful day. Do we really need to deal with whatever it is right now? I'm sure Jess has everything under