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Dear best friend's brother, kiss me while you can 70.
♤♤JAKE’S POV♤♤Summer’s voice still echoed in my mind. Louder than anything else. Louder than the voices in my head telling me to let her go. How was I supposed to let her go?All of a sudden, Tristan’s laugh grated down my spine— too loud for the food court, too sharp for my head. I watched his mouth move, some joke about the blonde at the next table, but it didn’t stick. None of it did.A tray clattered behind me. A little kid squealed. Neon signs flickered overhead, throwing everything in that cheap, stale glow. I hated this mall. Hated the families. Hated the couples drifting past with sticky hands and soft smiles. Hated how every time I blinked I saw Summer instead.“…bro, you even listening?” Tristan snapped his fingers in front of my face.I blinked. The memory of Summer still didn’t fade.“What?”He rolled his eyes, kicked his boot against mine under the table. Beside him, Marcus and Kian stifled their smirks over sodas and half-cold fries. The blonde glanced our way again, th
Dear best friend's brother, kiss me while you can 69.
☆☆SUMMER'S POV☆☆ The second Jake turned, I swear my heart almost gave out. He saw me. I was sure he saw me. But he ran like I was the last thing he ever wanted to see again. “Jake—wait!” “Summer!” Hayden’s voice cracked behind me. Jake didn’t stop. He didn’t. Why was he even here if he was going to run from me like this? “Summer—!” “Jake! Jake, wait up—please—” I tore across the sidewalk, nearly tripped over my own feet. Jake’s hood bounced with every step he took away from me. He was fast. He’d always been faster than me anyway. “Jake! Jake, please—wait—” He still didn’t stop. He cut between cars parked by the curb, slammed his palm against the hood of his matte-black Porsche—a billionaire’s son statement car that glared at me like he did. He yanked the driver’s door open and threw himself inside. I grabbed the passenger’s seat handle before he could lock it (half a second of pure stupid luck) Jake glared at me like I’d just dug my own grave. He said nothing. H
Dear best friend's brother, kiss me while you can 68.
☆☆𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑’𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕☆☆Professor Priya’s voice drifted over the lecture hall—crisp, clear, every word slicing the hush like paper. She’s at the podium clicking through slides about neural circuits and decision fatigue: “the brain’s limited bandwidth,” “cost-benefit trade-offs,” “risk vs. reward.” All words I should care about.But the words wouldn’t stick. They slipped through me like water through a cracked cup. My mind’s gone rogue—skittering circles like a rat in a maze. I tried to focus. I really did. I gripped my pen tight enough to bruise my fingers, fixing my eyes on the slides flicking by.Who was that girl? What did she mean? How did she even know Hayden? Who was Hayden’s girl before me?The questions were a hook buried in my throat. She didn’t even say goodbye. She just dropped her bombshell and vanished like she was never real. Who was she, really?I shouldn't care at all. Maybe she was just trying to stir something inside me against Hayden. Whatever it was with Hayden
Dear best friend's brother, kiss me while you can 67.
☆☆SUMMER'S POV☆☆ Hayden kissed me hard, teeth clashing, tongues slick and hungry. One hand palmed my breast, thumb brushing my tender nipple. The other fumbled at his sweatpants—I heard the low sound he made when his cock sprang free. I didn’t even know when I guided him to me—only that I needed it more than air. He slid the tip through my slick folds. I whimpered at the tease. I hated him for it. I loved him for it. He slid the tip again. I moaned. One brutal thrust—he buried himself to the hilt. My gasp died in his mouth. He swallowed it like it was his. The stretch burned but I loved the burn. I clung to his shoulders, nails sinking into his skin like I could hold myself together. He didn’t move at first. Just stayed deep, letting me feel the shape of him inside me. Then; He fucked me slow, mean—each thrust dragging pleasure so sweet it almost hurt. Each trust a reminder that I’d chosen this. That he owned this. That I’d ruined myself for him. I watched through the oppos
Dear best friend's brother, kiss me while you can 66.
☆☆SUMMER'S POV☆☆Dad said he was just checking up on me. He’d been trying my line but I wasn’t picking up and he called Jake. He wasn’t answering either. I told him my cellphone was broken.I missed him. I missed Keith. I missed Jake most of all—his laugh, his stupid protective questions, the way he used to look at me like I was good. I broke him. I broke everything.Hayden didn’t let me sit in it. He wouldn’t let me lock myself in that dark place where I felt Jake’s heartbreak like it was stitched under my ribs. He made me watch movies with him—stupid cartoons, then something sad about a dog dying. I cried so hard my throat hurt. I wasn’t crying for the dog.Hayden still wouldn’t let me cry for long. He’d wipe my tears away and feed me more ice cream. He’d stroke my hair and rest my head on his shoulder. By the time evening came, a new phone arrived for me. Hayden set it on the coffee table. I wasn’t sure I wanted to pick it up.He said, “Now you don’t have an excuse not to answer w
Dear best friend's brother, kiss me while you can 65.
☆☆SUMMER'S POV☆☆I didn’t move. The snake card pressed sharp into my palm—my heartbeat was louder than the silence. My question hung in the air like a knife on a thread. Still… Hayden didn’t answer. His jaw ticked. “Summer. Give me the card.”I held the card tighter. “Tell me about your mother.”“You know her,” he said. “She’s back in California.”“Who is she?” I pushed. My voice was too calm. That scared me more than anything. “Tara Dylan? Why is JT talking about her like she’s someone else?” I paused. Then I said it. The words that seemed too heavy to utter. “I know you’re Jake’s half brother.”“I’m not surprised. Jake told you, didn’t he?” Hayden threw his hands in his hair, turning away. “Son of a bitch.” Then he looked at me. “You don’t need to know more than that. It’s actually not important.”I forced my voice out. “You don’t get to decide that for me.”He pulled back, just enough to look at me and my heart stuttered. His eyes—so dark, so tired—searched mine for something he c
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