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Forty Two
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In Love With My Best Friend’s Brother Eighty Six
Jordan’s POV — The Calm Before the StormThe rest of the morning passes in a quiet haze of warmth and laughter.By the time I leave Miley’s house, the sky’s already shifting into that soft blue that means it’s going to be a perfect afternoon. There’s a light breeze carrying the smell of rain that never came, and my chest feels a little too full — the kind of full you get when life suddenly feels okay again.I walk home with my hands in my pockets, smiling like an idiot.Scott’s going to make fun of me again. I can already hear it.But I don’t care.Not today.When I get back, I find my phone buzzing on the table. A text from Miley.Miley: You didn’t tell me my mom liked you that much Miley: She said, and I quote, “He’s the kind of boy that looks you in the eye when he talks.”Miley: She’s already rooting for you. I can’t believe this.I grin as I type back.Jordan: What can I say? I have a mom-charm superpower.Miley: Don’t push your luck.Miley: …But hey. You doing anything later?J
In Love With My Best Friend’s Brother Eighty Five
Jordan’s POV — Morning LightI can’t remember the last time I woke up feeling… calm.The light spilling through my window is soft, gold around the edges, like the world decided to go easy on me for once.No hangover. No bad dreams. Just the faint ache of last night still sitting somewhere between my chest and my ribs.Miley.Her name alone feels like an exhale.The way she looked at me when I told her about my dad—it wasn’t pity. It wasn’t fear.It was… understanding.Like she’d seen the ugliest part of me and decided to stay anyway.That thought alone could ruin me in the best way.I toss on a hoodie and head downstairs. Scott’s already there, sprawled on the couch with a bowl of cereal balanced on his knee. He glances up when I walk in, eyes still glued to his phone.“Morning, lover boy,” he says without missing a beat.I groan. “Please don’t start.”“Oh, I’m starting.” He smirks. “Liv texted Miley last night. Said you showed up, had your little heart-to-heart moment. Cute. Very Nic
In Love With My Best Friend’s Brother Eighty Four
Miley’s POV — After the StormWhen Jordan texted that he’d seen his dad, my stomach twisted so hard it almost hurt.He hadn’t talked about that man much—just enough for me to know the name alone left scars.So when I saw the message “Like I can finally breathe again,” I didn’t hesitate.I told him to come over.Now, sitting on the porch steps, the night hums around me.Crickets. The faint hiss of streetlights. The air smells of rain and salt from the coast.I tug my sweater tighter, heart tripping when headlights sweep across the driveway.His car slows to a stop.When he climbs out, the shadows hide most of his face, but I can still see the wear—the tired slope of his shoulders, the quiet in his eyes.He doesn’t say anything at first. Just walks toward me and drops down beside me on the step.For a moment, all we do is sit there, our knees brushing, both pretending the silence isn’t full of things we don’t know how to say.Then I whisper, “So… you did it.”He nods slowly. “Yeah. I sa
In Love With My Best Friend’s Brother Eighty Three
Jordan’s POV — The Man Who LeftThe diner looked exactly the same.Same flickering neon sign, same squeaky door hinges, same red leather booths that had seen better days. I used to come here with my dad on Sundays when I was a kid. He’d order pancakes and call me “champ,” and I’d pretend not to notice the smell of whiskey hiding under his breath.Now, sitting here, waiting for him to show up after all these years, all I could taste was metal, the sharp, bitter edge of old memories.I kept tapping my thumb against the table, trying to drown out the noise in my head. I told myself I didn’t care. That I was just doing this to end it.To prove to myself that I wasn’t twelve anymore.That he didn’t get to haunt me.But when the bell above the diner door chimed and he walked in , the world stopped anyway.He looked… smaller.Not the giant I remembered yelling in the kitchen, breaking things, breaking us. His hair had gone gray, and his clothes hung looser than I remembered. His eyes, God, h
In Love With My Best Friend’s Brother Eighty Two
Miley’s POV Confessions Over CoffeeThe sunlight the next morning felt like it was mocking me, too bright, too cheerful for what last night had been.I hadn’t slept much. My mind kept circling back to the image of Jordan standing at the boardwalk, rain dripping off his jacket, his voice rough and unsteady as he said “He showed up.”His father.The way he said it had carved something into my chest, pain that wasn’t mine but somehow still hurt.So here I was now, sitting in Liv’s kitchen, nursing a cup of overly sweet coffee she’d made while humming to some song playing off her phone. She was always like that in the morning, effortlessly light, even when the world tilted.“Okay,” she said, leaning against the counter with a spoon dangling between her fingers. “You texted me last night about Jordan showing up at the beach and then ghosted me. You better spill.”I blinked, taking a long sip. “He didn’t show up at the beach. We… kind of ran into each other.”Liv raised a brow. “You ran in
In Love With My Best Friend’s Brother Eighty One
Jordan’s POV — The Knock at the DoorThe storm had rolled in without warning.Thunder cracked in the distance, the kind that made the whole house hum — or maybe that was just the way my chest felt when I opened the door and saw the ghost standing on the porch.My father.He wasn’t supposed to exist anymore — at least not in my world. I’d buried him years ago, the same day he packed his bags, slammed the door, and left behind a broken wife, a crying daughter, and a boy who had to grow up too fast.But there he was. Soaked, older, his once-broad shoulders sagging under a coat that looked a size too big. His hair had thinned, grey threading through the black, and his eyes — the same eyes I saw in the mirror every morning — were dull, rimmed red, and searching for something he didn’t deserve.“Jordan,” he said softly, like saying my name could undo the last ten years.My throat dried up. The storm didn’t help. The air was thick with rain and something else — anger, disbelief, a kind of gr
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