Letting My Brother's Best Friend Take My V-Card (Jessie and Luke) novel Chapter 236

A WAY OUT

LUKE

Every ounce of determination pushed me forward as I stepped closer to the towering cliffs, my fists clenched at my sides. My heart thundered in my chest, the sound almost louder than the waves crashing against the rocks below. I scanned the jagged surface, the sun bearing down on my neck, mocking me as I searched for any way–any way–to get down. Frustration clawed at me, threatening to spill over.

It has to be down there. It just has to.

A glint caught my eye, and I squinted, spotting a narrow ledge higher up. My chest tightened with a flicker of hope. I scrambled . toward it, fingers scraping against the rough rock as I hauled

myself up. My arms burned, my muscles trembling, but I didn’t stop. Not until I reached it.

The ledge narrowed into nothing, a jagged dead end with a sheer drop that would kill me if I wasn’t careful. My jaw clenched so hard I thought my teeth would crack. “Fuck!” The word tore out of me, swallowed instantly by the crash of the waves.

My hands shook as I balanced on the ledge, staring down at the ocean below. This was it. There was no other way. My options were to jump or climb back down and admit I’d failed again.

I pressed a hand against, the cliffside, grounding myself, and whispered, “Jess… if I don’t make it… forgive me. I love you.”

The words burned as I said them out loud, and before I could let doubt sink in, I jumped.

For a split second, I was weightless, falling, free from the constant ache of this godforsaken island. Then the water slammed into me like concrete, knocking the breath out of my lungs. Pain exploded across my chest, and for a terrifying moment, I couldn’t tell which way was up.

But my feet hit the sandy bottom, and instinct took over. I kicked hard, breaking through the surface with a gasp. Saltwater filled my mouth, stinging my throat as I coughed and sputtered.

“Okay. I survived,” I muttered, wiping my face and treading water. I glanced around, spinning in slow circles. The cove was smaller than I’d expected, hidden by towering cliffs. At first glance, it looked empty.

But then, as the waves lifted me, I saw it.

The boat.

My breath hitched, and a broken laugh escaped my lips. I had to blink twice to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating. It was real. Battered, weather–worn, but real.

I swam toward it, adrenaline surging through me. Every stroke felt like a victory, like maybe we weren’t completely screwed after all. I hauled myself onto the deck, collapsing for a moment as my heart raced.