before dropping onto my chest, heaving
“I love you. I love you, Jessica.” Luke breathed.
“I love you too.”
LAURA & JOSH
LAURA & JOSH
LAURA
The gallery had shifted into full–party mode around me. What had started as quiet conversations and polite laughter had turned into dancing, music blasting, and way too many people getting drunk. Gorgeous French women and men were everywhere, dancing close, laughing louder, stumbling a little as they clinked their champagne glasses. I’d barely had two glasses, and I was already itching to leave.
But I knew Jess and Luke probably needed more time, so I stayed, hanging near the edges of the crowd, feeling awkward and totally out of my element.
That’s when a French guy with dark eyes and a dramatic scarf over one shoulder slid up next to me, flashing a grin he clearly thought was charming. “Mademoiselle, you’re like a dream,” he said, his French accent thick as he leaned in closer.
“Uh, thanks,” I said, inching back a step. But he didn’t take the hint. Instead, he wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me in as he leaned down, his mouth aiming for a kiss.
I dodged to the side…
in time, and he nearly stumbled into the wall, barely catching himself. He turned back, giving me a dopey, unfazed. smile like he thought it was cute. I rolled my eyes, muttering a quick “Sorry” as I turned to make my escape.
And then–bam–I ran right into something solid.
Big hands caught me by the arms, steadying me before I could trip back. My eyes locked on the chest in front of me, my heart skipping. I didn’t need to look up to know who it was. The scent, the size, those familiar
LAURA & JOSH
hands that seemed to burn where they touched me. There was no mistaking him.
Josh.
He was actually here…
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Letting My Brother's Best Friend Take My V-Card (Jessie and Luke)