The Bad Boy's Brother
Language: en
I was childhood friend Jax's simp for five years, but only ended up as a "friend with benefits." For five years, as long as he called, I appeared. Every time he needed comfort, I stayed. Even without a title, I was happy. Until I heard he had a new girlfriend, I quietly packed up my feelings, ready to exit again. But that night, he knocked on my door again. And rarely bought a box of strawberry flavored condoms. "This isn't appropriate, right? Aren't you dating?" I blocked the door, not letting him in. He squeezed in sideways, pulled open his collar, movements showing rare…