All Chapters of Dear best friend's brother, kiss me while you can: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

♤♤JAKE'S POV♤♤I woke up with a groan. My chest felt tight. My face and entire body were sore. The cafeteria memory flashed through my mind. All I remembered was pain. And Summer.Summer? Where is she? Is she here? I scanned the room frantically. The maid was asleep on the couch. One hand tucked under her head. I tried to move. Every muscle ached. How did I get here? I wondered.I sat upright on the couch, slowly, hands pressed to my chest, heart hammering. I remembered seeing Hayden. He looked like a dream. The only problem was that it wasn’t a dream.Summer’s bag was on the sofa. She was here. I struggled to my feet and staggered upstairs. The maid didn’t even wake. Each movement shot pain up my body. I walked down the corridor. Then I heard it. Soft moans. My stomach dropped. My heart slammed against my ribs.I moved slowly. The sound led me further down the corridor. Step by step. Toward Hayden’s room. I reached for the door. But my hand froze on the knob. Light spilled into the

☆☆SUMMER’S POV☆☆“You’re lying.”A flicker. Barely there. But I saw it—the flash of something raw in his eyes before he shut it down again.“I wish I was,” he said. “There’s a scar on my scalp. The back of my head. I had an accident a few days after Nancy died. I wasn’t supposed to live. But I woke up in the hospital. The doctor said it was a miracle. I couldn’t remember anything that happened for the last couple of weeks. I called Nancy, forgetting she was already dead.”My throat tightened. “And you expect me to believe you killed her?”Hayden’s gaze locked onto mine, unblinking, dangerous in its stillness. I slipped my hand from him, stepped back, hands running through my hair.“It’s not true.”“I did it, Summer.”“I don’t believe you’re capable of doing anything like that.”“But you don’t know me.”“I do,” I yelled, heart shattering.Silence stretched between us. The only sound pounding in my ears was the sound of my ragged breaths.“I do, Hayden,” I whispered. “I know you. You ma

☆☆ SUMMER’S POV ☆☆The doctor led JT and I to his office. He shut the door behind us and motioned for us to sit. We did. “I wanted to speak to his father privately because… the situation is unusual,” the doctor began.“Like I said, I am his uncle. This is his girlfriend. Whatever it is, you can tell us. We'll pass it across to his father,” said JT.I didn’t speak, just folded my hands on my laps. I shifted in my chair, stomach twisting. The doctor opened Hayden’s chart, flipping pages with deliberate slowness. “When the patient was brought in, he was unresponsive. His vitals were dangerously unstable: Oxygen saturation dropping, pulse irregular. But the tests didn’t show infection, no signs of acute illness. Nothing that should have caused it.”I held my breath, my hands clenching into fists.“And then,” the doctor continued, his voice lowering, “we ran a toxicology screen.” He paused, letting the words settle. “There were sedatives in his bloodstream. High concentrations. Enough to

☆☆ SUMMER’S POV ☆☆ I didn’t know how long I slept. When I finally stirred, the first thing that hit me wasn’t light or sound. It was aroma. Savory, rich, mouthwatering. Something with garlic, herbs… maybe chicken? For a second, I thought I was dreaming. Because food that good only belonged in dreams. One time in eighth grade, I dreamt I was eating cotton candy. Turned out I was chewing my pillow. And the worst part? Keith walked in and witnessed the whole thing. That boy just never knew how to knock. For months, it was “Pillow Girl this, Pillow Girl that.” I hated that nickname with a burning passion. But then I remembered, this was Hayden’s place. The man cooked like it was his side hustle. I sat up lazily, pulling my hair out of my face. “Oh God,” I mumbled weakly. My entire body still felt like Jell-O despite all that sleep. I reached for my phone on the nightstand—past six in the evening. Eight hours gone. Just like that. I shoved the blanket aside, ready to stand—then froze

☆☆SUMMER'S POV☆☆“We’re staying,” I announced.Jake smiled through his teeth, eyes fixed on Hayden the entire time. I wondered why. I honestly didn’t want to stay. My boyfriend had just had an episode, and now my best friend had a broken arm. I was going to move my things to Hayden’s to stay the weekend, but now we all had to move to Tara’s.“The doctor said I'm free to go,” Jake said.The doctor arrived shortly and everything was arranged for Jake to leave. There wasn’t much. He prescribed some pain relief medication. Then we left the hospital.I was still mad at Jake for watching Hayden and me while we had sex. But I couldn’t abandon him now that he needed us the most. He sat in the back seat of Hayden’s car, and I carefully buckled him in.“Thanks, bestie,” he said.“Sure thing.”I sat in the passenger’s seat of the car. Hayden said we’d stop by the dorm first. We did. As soon as Hayden parked in the parking lot, I unbuckled my seatbelt.“I’ll go in alone,” I told him.“Why?”“Reme