Letting My Brother's Best Friend Take My V-Card (Jessie and Luke)

PART 4-CHAPTER 165 JESS

The water pounded against my skin, the hot spray turning my thoughts into steam that swirled in the humid air around me. I let out a long breath, closing my eyes and resting my forehead against the cool tile wall. My muscles ached from the run, the exertion doing little to c I had hoped the long miles would wear me out, would drain the tension out of my body, but here was-tense as ever, my mind racing with thoughts of him.

Luke.

Again.

I shut off the water and stepped out of the shower, grabbing the towel and wrapping it tightly around myself. The cool air hit my damp skin, and I shivered, but the temperature didn't send a chill down my spine. It was the dreams. Unwelcome, unrelenting dreams of Luke. It's been so long since-

since everything fell apart. And yet, here I was, still thinking about him. About the way his lips felt on mine, about the heat that had rushed between us, igniting something primal and raw inside of me. Something I hadn't been able to shake, no matter how many runs I took o I toweled off my hair, staring blankly into the mirror. My

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reflection looked tired, but I wasn't just tired. I was frustrated- emotionally and... physically. I sighed, wrapping the towel

around my chest and stepping into my room, feeling the ache in my legs from the run, but it wasn't enough.

It didn't do the job.

I needed a different kind of distraction. Something to take the edge off. Something that wasn't Luke.

But no matter what I tried, no matter who I tried, my mind kept circling back to him. The way he looked at me-

like I was the only one who existed in the room. The way he would stand so close, his presence overwhelming, filling up all the space around until I felt like I couldn't breathe. The way his hand would linger on my back, just a little too long, sending sparks shooting through my veins.

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I groaned, letting the towel drop to the floor. Luke had moved on. I'd seen the headlines. The pictures. He had his perfect life now-football, fame, some gorgeous model on his arm.

Meanwhile, I was here, standing in my bedroom, still thinking about something that never even stood a chance. He deserved someone who was... whole anyway. Not a fractured little girl who's running away from a past she can't even fucking remember.

I threw myself onto

the bed, sprawling out across the mattress, as my mind wandered back to that night. That night, everything between us changed: His hands on my waist, pulling me close, the rough scrape of his stubble against my skin, the heat of his breath on my neck as I straddle him. I felt a flush rise up my neck, spreading down my chest. This

was stupid. It had been years. I should have moved on by now.

Hell, I needed to move on. But every time I thought I had, something would happen-like seeing his face on TV or hearing his name in passing-

and suddenly it was like no time had passed at all. Like we were still tangled up in each other, both wanting something but too scared to reach for it.

My fingers idly traced circles on the sheets, the frustration building inside me, leaving me restless. This... longing. This fucking itch... maybe Laura was right. I needed to just scratch it before it drove me insane.

I closed my

eyes, and Luke filled my mind. We were back in that car, and I was gliding my palms over his abs, over his pecks and across his broad shoulders. At least, that's what I convinced my body I was doing when really I was gliding my own palm between my thighs, finding that ti "Fuck. I need to go on a date," I breathed, staring at the ceiling, coming down from the rush of my climax. The part of me that still couldn't let him go, no matter how hard I tried. The part of me that wanted to call him, even though I knew it was pointless He wasn't the same