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Seventy Eight
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In Love With My Best Friend’s Brother Eighty Nine
Miley’s POV The Call By the time Miley got home with Harry, the night sky had turned deep indigo. Their mum was waiting by the porch light, hands dusted with flour, the faint smell of banana bread spilling into the air. For a brief, golden moment, everything felt normal again — like the kind of evening you’d want to bottle up forever. Harry and her mum fell into easy laughter as they unpacked his things, teasing each other about who snored louder. Miley sat at the kitchen counter, smiling into her mug of cocoa. It was the first time in months that the house felt full again — warm, loud, alive. Later, when Harry went upstairs to unpack and her mum disappeared into her room with a stack of laundry, Miley lingered in the quiet kitchen. The hum of the refrigerator filled the silence, and for once, she didn’t feel the need to rush off to the studio or drown herself in music. She was rinsing her cup when her phone buzzed on the counter. Jordan. Her heart did that small, famili
In Love With My Best Friend’s Brother Eighty Eight
Miley’s POV Dinner with Harry Miley didn’t realize how much she’d missed her brother until she saw him standing by the arrivals gate — tall, slightly scruffy, backpack slung over one shoulder and that same easy smile she remembered from when things at home used to feel normal. “Harry!” He turned just in time to catch her as she ran into him. He smelled like peppermint gum and airplane air. “Whoa, slow down, kiddo.” He laughed, hugging her tightly. “You grew taller.” “Barely,” she said into his chest. “You just forgot what I look like.” He pulled back, grinning. “Hey, I Facetime! But seeing you in person? Definitely better.” Miley smiled up at him. “Mum’s waiting at home, but she said we could grab something to eat first.” “Good,” he said, ruffling her hair as they walked toward the parking lot. “Because airplane food is a lie. A scam. Pure suffering.” She laughed — the kind of laugh she hadn’t realized she needed. ⸻ They ended up at a cozy diner near the coast — one of t
In Love With My Best Friend’s Brother Eighty Seven
Jordan’s POVThe house was quieter than usual. Too quiet. Even with Liv in the living room humming to a random pop song, and Scott somewhere outside fixing his bike, the air still felt tense — like something was waiting to break.Jordan hadn’t been sleeping well. Not since that day. Not since his father had shown up again with that same nervous smile and an apology that barely held itself together. He hadn’t even told Miley what was really going on. She thought his distance was because of school stress or the upcoming regional showcase. It wasn’t. It was the past clawing its way back.He sat on the edge of his bed, staring at his phone. His father’s last message sat unread. “Please, Jordan. Just come talk to me.”He wanted to throw the phone across the room. Instead, he pressed his palms over his face and exhaled.He didn’t get to do this — not after years of silence. Not after he left him and Liv to deal with the chaos on their own.A knock came at his door.“Jordan?” Liv’s voice was
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
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