Can I ride you, Luca?....Craving my best friend’s brother のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 7

Emma’s POVThe music from downstairs pulsed under my feet, a distant heartbeat dragging through the floor. Up here, in Luca’s bedroom that smelled faintly of cedar and stale cologne, the world had narrowed to the space between our bodies. Hannah was somewhere in the swirling crowd below, probably laughing with her soccer friends, completely unaware that her best friend was about to shatter every unspoken rule.The tequila shots we’d done earlier were a warm, liquid courage coursing through my veins, blurring the sharp edges of my anxiety and amplifying every point of contact between us. Luca’s hand was still on my waist, where it had landed when he’d guided me away from the crowded kitchen, his thumb making absent, searing circles on the thin cotton of my dress.I looked up at him. In the dim light from the desk lamp, his features were all shadows and angles—the strong line of his jaw, the dark intensity of his eyes fixed on me. Hannah’s brother. My best friend’s brother. The thoug

Emma’s POVFew months ago, I came over for a sleep over at Hannah’sThe house was dark and quiet. I heard the low murmur of a voice.Not Hannah’s.A woman’s laugh, soft and throaty, drifted up from the kitchen. I paused on the last step, my hand frozen on the cool banister. I just wanted water. That’s all. My throat was parched from the popcorn.Then I heard him. Luca.A low, rough sound. Not words. A groan.My breath hitched. I shouldn’t be here. I should turn around. But my feet, bare on the wooden floor, carried me forward, silent, until I could see into the dimly lit kitchen through the archway.The fridge light was on, casting a cold, blue-white glow over them.Luca, Hannah’s older brother, was pressed against the kitchen cabinet. And she was pressed against him. A woman with dark, wild curls, her back to me. Her dress was a slip of black silk, hiked up around her thighs. Luca’s hands were on her hips, his fingers digging into the fabric, into her skin. His head was bent, his mou

Emma's POV I woke up the next morning before my alarm, my heart already racing as if it had been running a marathon while I slept.For a few seconds, I stared at the ceiling of my bedroom, trying to anchor myself. The pale morning light filtered through the curtains, illuminating the familiar mess of my desk and the chair where my black dress from last night sat in a crumpled heap. Then, the memories hit—the heat of Luca’s skin, the weight of his body, the way he had looked at me as if I were the only thing in the world that mattered.I reached for my phone, my fingers trembling. The text from Hannah about the silver earring was still there, sitting like a ticking time bomb at the top of my notifications.I found something in Luca’s room...I was about to spiral into a full-blown panic attack when a new message popped up.Luca: Check your trash.My brow furrowed. I looked at the small wastepaper basket by my bed. Sitting right on top was a tiny, shimmering silver hoop.My heart did a

Emma's POV The drive back from the beach was the longest thirty minutes of my life. I sat in the back of Hannah’s Jeep, staring out the window at the passing trees, while the image of Luca and Chloe burned behind my eyelids.Hannah was up front, gripping the steering wheel and venting about Luca’s "public display of trashiness," while Mia sat in the passenger seat, scrolling through her phone and occasionally humming in agreement. To them, it was just another day of Luca being a jerk. To me, it felt like my world was being dismantled piece by piece."I’m seriously considering calling Mom," Hannah muttered as she pulled up to our apartment building. "He’s getting reckless. He doesn't even care who sees him anymore.""He’s always been reckless, Han," Mia said, hopping out of the car. "You just usually look the other way.""Whatever." Hannah looked back at me, her expression softening. "You okay, Em? You’ve been a ghost since we left the water.""Just a headache," I lied, the words feel