Letting My Brother's Best Friend Take My V-Card (Jessie and Luke) novel Chapter 377

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JOSH – The Island 

The second flight was shorter but bumpier, the small charter plane dipping and swaying as it approached the remote landing strip. I barely noticed, too caught up in the way Vivien’s fingers traced circles over my thigh, her nails dragging just enough to make my pulse kick up a notch. 

When we landed, the heat hit me like a wave. Humid and thick, the kind that made shirts stick and sweat bead at the back of my neck. Vivien, of course, looked completely unbothered, her dark hair pulled into a loose bun, a flimsy white top hanging off one shoulder, exposing the smooth, sun–kissed skin I’d spent a year avoiding. 

A whole fucking year. 

The resort staff greeted us as we stepped onto the dock, handing us cool towels and fresh coconuts before collecting our phones. I hesitated, gripping mine for half a second longer than I should have. But I’d agreed to this. No cell service. No distractions. 

Just Vivien and me. 

We followed a small, energetic man through the winding path toward our villa, his voice animated as he rambled about the island’s history, the wildlife, the breathtaking sunsets. I should have been listening, should have at least pretended to be interested. 

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But Vivien’s hand was on me again. 

Fingertips grazing my lower back Sliding lower. 

She squeezed, and I clenched my jaw. 

I wasn’t going to survive this week. 

When we finally reached the villa a private bungalow surrounded by lush greenery and an uninterrupted view of the ocean–the man turned to us with a wide smile. “And this, is your home for the next two weeks. If you’ll allow me to-” 

I spun around, digging into my pocket and handing him a few bills before he could take another step inside. “Got it, man. Thanks so much.” 

I shut the door in his face before he could say another word. 

When I turned back around, Vivien was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, a smirk tugging at her lips. 

“Very naughty teacher, aren’t you?” I murmured, stepping closer. 

She bit her lip, tilting her head as she trailed a finger down my chest. “Well… I have been waiting a whole year for this.” 

I exhaled sharply. A year. 

A whole fucking year of dating, of stolen kisses and teasing touches–of me pulling away every single time things got too far. Every time my body wanted her, but my head told me to stop. 

But not this time. 

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