All Chapters of Falling For My Best Friend's Brother: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Lauriel’s Point of View"You broke up with Niall?" Dawn's voice cuts through the room, and my stomach drops instantly.Fuck. We forgot to close the door.She's standing right there in the doorway, and I'm on my knees, and Andrea's frozen mid-motion behind me, and no version of this moment ends well."Oh my fucking god," she practically screams, both hands flying up to cover her eyes, backing out of the room so fast she nearly trips over her own bag. "I need to wash my eyes out with bleach!"Andrea scrambles to his feet faster than I've ever seen him move on the ice, yanking his jeans back up while my own heart hammers so hard I can feel it in my throat.I honestly thought we had more time. Dawn had said she was grabbing food with Scott and would text before heading back, so I figured I had at least an hour, maybe more, to get Andrea over here for a quick visit before she returned. Clearly I miscalculated badly."What are you doing here already?" I ask, voice cracking slightly as I fum

Killian’s point of viewI've never been the type to look at a jersey and feel anything about it. Guys wear my number all the time, girls too, and it's never once registered as more than fabric with my last name stitched on the back. But seeing Dawn walk in wearing mine? Fuck. She looks good. She looks unfairly, distractingly good.It's not just that it's my jersey either. It's the fact that she got it from me back when we were still together, that it's got my actual number on her back, sitting there as if it’s a claim I don't have the right to make anymore."How do I look?" she asks, nervous energy radiating off her, and God, all I want to do is close the distance between us and kiss her senseless, tell her how beautiful she looks tonight. That skirt she's paired with it shows off the full length of her legs, and I hate, fucking hate, knowing every guy in this bar is getting an eyeful of something that used to be mine.Not mine anymore, a small, unwelcome voice reminds me.All I can t

Killian’s point of viewDawn won't stop shaking, even now, even as I drive through the night.I wanted to call the police the second we got off that roof. Dawn insisted we didn't. Said it would ruin his future, his career, everything he'd built. I honestly didn't care about any of that. He tried to hurt her. But she asked me not to, voice steady despite everything she'd just been through, and I listened. Let her decide how she wanted to handle it, even though every part of me wanted to handle it differently.When my dad arrived at the building, he took one look at Dawn, at the state of both of them, and didn't ask a single question. Just loaded Damian into his car without a word and told me he'd deal with it from there.Now I'm driving Dawn back, except not to her dorm, since LJ's still at the bar and I don't want her sitting alone in an empty room tonight. I take her to her mother's instead.When I pull up outside, she finally speaks. "Thank you.""No problem.""How did you know some

Dawn’s Point of View"Was that Killian?" LJ asks the second I walk back into our room, still standing frozen by the door with my keys clutched too tightly in one hand.I just nod, dropping onto my bed like my legs have finally decided they're done holding me up for the day.She asks what happened, voice already softening with concern, and I tell her everything. Damian. The rooftop. The way his hands felt closing around my wrists before Killian pulled him off me. The creek afterward, the sweater, the confession, all of it spilling out of me in a jumbled rush that doesn't come close to doing justice to how it actually felt living through it.She's stunned by the time I finish, sitting cross-legged on her own bed with her mouth slightly open. "I was not expecting any of that. Any of it.""Yeah, well. Neither was I."We sit with it for a while, the weight of the last twenty-four hours settling heavily in the small room between us, and eventually she asks, gently, if I ever got the chance

Dawn’s point of viewI have never run as fast in my entire life as I just ran through that airport toward Killian. For once, I actually chose myself. I wasn't going to sit around waiting for someone else to decide my future for me anymore. I was shocked to find Andrea and Devon already waiting outside my dorm the second I was ready to leave, both of them practically shoving me into Andrea's car before I could even finish tying my shoes.That's why I ended up sprinting barefoot through security, shoes abandoned somewhere behind me on the terminal floor, running as fast as my own two feet could physically carry me toward him.I found him. And right now, he's holding me like he never intends to let go again.I sniffle back another wave of tears as he cups my face in both hands, gently wiping away the ones already falling. I'd been crying partly from relief, partly from the sheer terror that if he'd actually gotten on that plane, he would have spent the entire flight believing I never cho