Todos los capítulos de Sharing My Best Friend’s Brother: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 29

AshleyWhile Alyssa's off somewhere giving her men the verbal beatdown they've had coming, I slide up to the bar and ask Nina for a Marionberry Mule.I've been trying to chill on the day drinking—especially after that wild night with Daisha—but my nerves are shot. It's not a great look, showing up to every crisis with a cocktail in hand. Still, the quiet's too damn loud, and I need something to take the edge off.Gray still isn't back. No text. No call. No clue what the hell he's doing.And I still don't know if I'm actually supposed to be moving into his place today... or if that "pack a bag" text was just his smooth-ass way of telling me I'm getting dicked down all weekend.Either way, it's killing me—not hearing from him, not seeing him. Feels like I'm stuck halfway between waiting and wanting, and neither one feels good. "You good, sugar?" Nina asks, already reaching for another shaker before I've even finished the first.I give her a slow look over the rim of my glass. "Do I loo

Ashley"Luther, can you bring that big-ass box in here?" I holler, half-bent over another one stuffed to the brim with every type of shoe you could think of.He grunts something from down the hall—probably a yes, probably a complaint, probably both—but I don't even look up. I'm too busy trying to untangle a pair of heels that somehow braided themselves together like they were planning a jailbreak.It's been a week since I officially moved in with Gray.Seven days.One hundred and seventy-something hours.A blur of filming content for my socials, pretending I haven't been living out of duffel bags my whole adult life since my grandparents kicked me out, and jumping my man's bones the second he walks through the door like he just came back from war.And between all that?I've been tackling this mountain one cardboard box at a time.I swear, I had no idea I owned this much shit.Like—none.When everything was tucked in my little apartment, it seemed manageable. Then Gray had it all packed

Alyssa"Alyssa, did you hear me?"I blink, my focus snapping back into place as Ashley throws back another shot of tequila like she's racing the clock.Jesus. We've been at Rapture for maybe thirty minutes, and she's already locked into a spiral. Whatever went down back at the house is still clinging to her, heavy and unspoken.I have no idea what it is yet.But she didn't drag us out tonight just to avoid packing or kill time. She came to forget.And every instinct I have tells me Gray's the reason.Which means I'll have to wait her out until she's drunk enough to talk.And with her tolerance, that might take the entire fucking night."I can't believe the guys let you go out without throwing a big-ass fit about it," Chelsea teases, sliding the straw between her lips and taking a slow sip of her strawberry margarita.I take a long drink of water, the coolness grounding me. "I know. I honestly thought they would, especially since I've never been to a club before. But... they didn't

AshleyThe car ride to Gray's—or I guess our house now—is oddly sobering.Not because the alcohol magically disappears from my bloodstream or something. Trust me, the tequila is still tequila-ing real hard. But somewhere between dropping Chelsea off and watching Alyssa sneak into her house like she's trying not to wake up her entire damn family, the chaos in my head starts settling into something quieter.Heavier.The kind of silence that creeps in after the music stops and suddenly you're left alone with every thought you've been trying to drown all night. Luther keeps glancing at me through the rearview mirror like he's debating whether I'm gonna bite his head off again if he breathes too loud. Honestly? Valid concern.I spent half the night treating that poor man like he personally forged Gray's wedding ring with his bare hands and delivered it straight from the pits of hell. My cheek presses against the cool window as streetlights streak past outside in blurry smears of gold

Grayson For a few minutes, I don't say a damn thing.I just hold her. Feel the way she's curled against me. The stiffness still locked in her shoulders.The hesitation she hasn't quite let go of yet. And fuck, that might be the hardest part of all this.Knowing I helped put it there. Not intentionally. Doesn't make a damn bit of difference. Pain doesn't care why it showed up—only that it did. My hand drifts up and down her back in slow passes, the motion settling something restless inside me. A familiar itch crawls through my chest anyway. Part of me wants to get up and dig through my nightstand for the licorice I keep stashed in there. Something to keep my hands busy while I figure out how the hell to say what needs saying. Instead, I stay right where I am. Keep my arms around her. Keep her right where she is. Right where she's meant to be. Because as uncomfortable as this conversation's about to get, holding her like this reminds me of something important. I don't ne