**My Brother’s Best Friend**
Chapter 38
YANA'S POV
I stay in the bathroom longer than I should.
Ryan’s voice carries up the stairs—casual, tired, asking Cole if he wants a beer. Cole answers like nothing happened. Like he didn’t just have me on my hands and knees with his c**k buried inside me while his best friend’s car pulled into the driveway. The normalcy of their conversation makes what we did feel filthier. I clean up as best I can with shaking hands, wipe the thick evidence of him from my thighs, and pull the lace and coat back on. My reflection in the mirror looks wrecked—flushed cheeks, swollen lips, eyes too bright. I look like a girl who just got f****d. I splash cold water on my face until the worst of the evidence fades.
When I finally open the door, the hallway is empt
